There's something incredibly, unbelievably arousing at having Aziraphale's hands in his hair like this. Gripping tightly, holding onto him. Needing something to hold on to. He could tease like this all day if it gave this kind of reaction, if he could watch Aziraphale like this.

Of course, he won't, because as impatient as the angel is, Crowley is just as impatient. He wants more of this, wants to see what else they can do. He takes the angel into his mouth, carefully bobbing his head as he moves his hands down the angel's side. His fingertips he makes warm, almost hot with just a little touch of fire, tracing down both sides of him.