Always the tease, Aziraphale's body reacts to every little change in tempo, every lick, every drag of his lips and press of his fingers. Crowley is ever so attentive, so very talented to make him this way, his body taking control where his mind usually sits squarely at the helm.

Quietly, he speaks into a full body sigh, barely making out the words: "Make love to me."

He's not entirely sure Crowley heard.

In the dreamlike haze, he's not even really entirely sure he said it.