That's the thing: they don't have to breathe. They don't have to sweat, have racing heartbeats, have sex, eat food, sleep, any of it. But they enjoy it. They choose it. Sure, things like feeling your skin go prickly and cool aren't as intense as climaxing in your lover's arms, to pick an example entirely at random. But it's part of the overall tapestry of experience, and they both appreciate it. And they're fantastically grounding, these small things. Good for keeping you in the moment.

This is a particularly good moment, and Crowley would like to be kept in it.

"Which state?" Crowley lifts head enough that Aziraphale can watch him smirk. "Stark naked and looking exceptionally well fucked? It'd give the village something to talk about."