Aziraphale makes a small, questioning sound as he's pulled up and away from pleasuring Crowley, but any concerns are silenced with that kiss. He would have brought Crowley to climax, would have swallowed his spend -- in fact, he was looking forward to it -- but if this is what his demon wants, who is he to argue?

He's rolled over, helpless under the onslaught of Crowley's mouth. His arousal, formerly a steady, pleasant background noise, flares to the forefront of his mind now that he's the focus of such ardent kissing. Crowley latches onto a nipple and he cries out, hips twitching.

"You have me," he gasps, a hand reaching into Crowley's hair and gripping tight, the other pressing itself against the space between the demon's shoulder blades. "My darling, you have me. Whatever you want from me, it's yours."