Crowley just lies there breathing for a moment, his mind whited out with pleasure and his body limp and aching pleasantly. When he opens his eyes, it's just in time to see Aziraphale tasting them. His eyes go wide. "You--fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it is," he breathes.

He raises a shaky hand to stoke Aziraphale's face, but notices his own hand sticky with both their spend first, and laughs. Impishly he echoes Aziraphale's gesture, eyeing the angel as his forked tongue darts out to lick his skin and taste them both.