musebox for Ashfae's minions

Crowley groans, and it sounds more broken than it did. He's hard already, pressed up against Aziraphale and wet at the tip, and Aziraphale keeps saying these things...deliberately Crowley curls his fingers, looking for a place with slightly different texture, and strokes gently when he finds it. Watches with eyes wide and lips parted to see how the angel will react to that.