Crowley makes another approving mmm noise as Aziraphale's hands curl over his shoulders, holding him in place. Good. He doesn't want to move. This is exactly where he wants to stay.

Several minutes of slow, savoured, unhurried kisses follow before Crowley sighs again and rests his head on Aziraphale's shoulder. "Dunno why I thought fairy lights were a good idea," he says drowsily. "You glow more than they do. Probably responsible for whoever came up with the things."