Crowley raises an eyebrow, and his fingertips move delicately where they have been placed. Long, thin fingers, sliding carefully in circles, tracing around. As before, one big tease---everywhere but where he was instructed. Crowley knows what Aziraphale wants, of course, but that doesn't mean he's not going to make him work for it, just a little bit.

"I want you to tell me," he says again. He places one fingertip right at the edge of his arsehole, but doesn't move any further.