Aziraphale takes a moment to just look at him, bathed in the moonlight of his ridiculously large windows, breath caught in his throat for a moment at the sight of Crowley laid before him wearing nothing but this rather thin strip of fabric.

With tentative fingers, he reaches out and palms him, his touch a whisper.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea," he manages in between nipping at Crowley's lips. "My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." He moves to kissing Crowley's throat and sucks little ones underneath his jaw where it meets his ear. He has such a long column of neck, so much to discover.