Aziraphale gently digs his fingers through the demon's hair, a gentle touch, affectionate, but not without the suggestion of something a bit less gentle if the demon so wishes. They know each other's tastes, the way to handle each other's corporations and the way they move together. And what they need, right now, is the comfort of that familiarity.

So Aziraphale keeps his voice quiet and low, smooth. Gentle fussing through that fiery red hair, body pressed back against him, warm and soft, with only the most faint movements. Their hands kept to his chest. A gentle, slow build up. Things he's learned in the time they've been together.

He presses another kiss on his cheek as he thinks. One on his jaw. One by his ear. "I want you to take me."