"All over the flat, then," Crowley agrees somewhere between kisses. "Sofa downstairs, definitely. Your desk. Against the front door. Against every--blessed--bookshelf--"

He punctuates each of those words with another kiss, and it's a while before Aziraphale can make his request. That does put a pause to the kissing, mostly because Crowley is surprised. "If you like, yeah," he says. No reason why not. Feels surprisingly intimate, but Aziraphale's already had his out, and besides it isn't as though the angel hasn't seen them before, a score of times. "Want me to get up for that, or...?"

He could get them out from here, lying on top of Aziraphale as he is. Blanket them both in feathers. Might not be the best way for Aziraphale to actually see them, though.