"Then you'll have it." His words come out breathless, caught between whimpers as Crowley explores his chest, hand tightening in that silky hair. Every touch is wanted and cherished; high-pitched moans escape him when Crowley focuses on his nipples, his fingertips digging into the muscles of Crowley's back with each sucking kiss, as if afraid he might stop at any moment. "All of it, everything, oh, Crowley...!"

At the first gentle mouthing of his cock, Aziraphale nearly sobs, overcome with pleasure. It doesn't matter that he's intimately familiar with his arousal, this is an entirely new experience. It takes all his self-control not to thrust into that mouth slowly descending upon him, to yank any harder on Crowley's hair, both hands in it now. "You --" he pants. "Oh, oh my love --"

No wonder Crowley had so much trouble with his words earlier.