Aziraphale blushes all the way to his chest, huffing moans through his bitten lip, clutching tightly at Crowley's hair. The meandering serves to drive him insane, his hips already arcing up with piqued interest, nerves getting ahead of his thoughts.

Crowley's breath is hot against him and his tongue as nimble, as devious as the rest of him. His cock twitches impatiently, impossibly hard. "Yes," he urges, this time his turn to hiss as he forgets himself.