Crowley has the advantage in this. There are lessons you learn when you Fall, and one of them is about isolation. There are illusions you're stripped of, along with God's grace. He's had millennia to get used to things Aziraphale's never had to face or really think about.
But one of his coping mechanisms has always been protecting Aziraphale, and in particular protecting him from those particular fates. In some ways it hurts Crowley more to know (and he knows, however the angel hides it) how lost and untethered and terrified Aziraphale must be feeling, hurts more than knowing how close they came to losing everything. Hurts more than the reminder. If anything Crowley is better off for the whole experience, in some ways. He's faced his worst fear, the one he always thought was inevitable, and he's still here. With Aziraphale, hand on hand, skin on skin.
(Feathers against scales, eyes closed as they rest, but he can still see the angelic glow of his beloved surrounding him, and even though there is no warmth There he feels it anyway)
Crowley doesn't have to think about it. He knows what to do. There will be so much more they need to do to recover from this, but this isn't a bad place to start.
Crowley kisses Aziraphale gently but thoroughly, tongue tracing slow circles around his mouth even as his hand works a deliberate rhythm around Aziraphale's cock, using all the little tricks he knows his angel likes. Twisting just here on the upstroke, swiping his thumb over the head here and there, tightening here and loosening there, taking cues from Aziraphale's breathing. Eventually he releases Aziraphale's mouth and kisses his way back to the angel's ear, breathes hot breath into the lobe. "That'sss it, angel--" he murmurs, soft and encouraging. "You're doing ssso well for me. How'sss it feel?"
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But one of his coping mechanisms has always been protecting Aziraphale, and in particular protecting him from those particular fates. In some ways it hurts Crowley more to know (and he knows, however the angel hides it) how lost and untethered and terrified Aziraphale must be feeling, hurts more than knowing how close they came to losing everything. Hurts more than the reminder. If anything Crowley is better off for the whole experience, in some ways. He's faced his worst fear, the one he always thought was inevitable, and he's still here. With Aziraphale, hand on hand, skin on skin.
(Feathers against scales, eyes closed as they rest, but he can still see the angelic glow of his beloved surrounding him, and even though there is no warmth There he feels it anyway)
Crowley doesn't have to think about it. He knows what to do. There will be so much more they need to do to recover from this, but this isn't a bad place to start.
Crowley kisses Aziraphale gently but thoroughly, tongue tracing slow circles around his mouth even as his hand works a deliberate rhythm around Aziraphale's cock, using all the little tricks he knows his angel likes. Twisting just here on the upstroke, swiping his thumb over the head here and there, tightening here and loosening there, taking cues from Aziraphale's breathing. Eventually he releases Aziraphale's mouth and kisses his way back to the angel's ear, breathes hot breath into the lobe. "That'sss it, angel--" he murmurs, soft and encouraging. "You're doing ssso well for me. How'sss it feel?"