Both their cocks are wet with saliva, and it's easy, so blessed easy to slide his hand over them. Crowley juts his hips up, thrusting into did fist, feels Aziraphale's cock pressed against his, and fuck he's closer than he thought he was and every whimper or touch of Aziraphale's mouth just pushed him closer. Pushes both of them closer.

"With me, angel." It's more breath than words. There's sweat pooled in the small of his back, teasing down his forehead, he's so close. "Angel, angel, come with me, come for me--fuck, I'm--angel--"

It's a warning, that last one, because he's trying to hold back until Aziraphale is there too but he can't much longer. His toes curl, press against Aziraphale's leg. "Love you--ah, ah, angel--!" he gasps, and then it's a long drawn-out moan as he's caught by rapture, shuddering as it rushes through him, his hand still moving and stroking them through it.