Aziraphale could burn up like this, cheeks bright red and somehow too ashamed to say the words though he could beg, all he likes, for Crowley to actually do it. He wets his lips with his tongue and smiles that sweet, sheepish smile of his.

They saved the world today, he could be a bit more bold in this department.

"You just want to hear me say the word," he protests, but lightheartedly. "Alright then." He tips his head and looks at Crowley through half-lidded eyes that are sinfully dark and intense, his smile sliding to mischief. "Fuck me."