Aziraphale returns the kiss greedily, bucking back against Crowley's fingers once he's added the third one. Now that he understands the mechanics, he finds himself desperately impatient for Crowley's cock to be inside him. Not that the demon's fingers aren't blissfully attentive, but he wants to be closer, as close as their bodies can fit.

There's another great shiver of his wings when Crowley says that he wants him.

"Then take me, I'm ready." He feels ready, comfortably snug around three fingers. Surely that's enough, and a generous addition of lubrication to Crowley's cock will likely take care of the rest. He slides his lips up to Crowley's ear and whispers hotly, "Get inside me, Crowley. I want you."