Aziraphale slides an arm around Crowley's shoulders, the other reaching down to cover Crowley's hand on his hip. He lets those twin points of contact be his anchor as he continues to rock himself in Crowley's lap. It feels like he is being touched everywhere, by the cock inside of him and the wings surrounding him. All he can feel is Crowley.

"You're magnificent." It comes out as a hushed gasp, as if they are in the middle of a sacred ritual. He kisses the demon's hairline and licks the sweat from his skin. "Glorious." He lifts up an inch and settles back down, then does it again. He's so full, but it's a smooth thrust each time. Oh, yes, that's it. With any luck he'll find that spot that made him see stars earlier, but it's already worth it to hear the sounds Crowley is making. He could climax from that alone.