Oh, there is nothing more delightfully delicious than pulling Aziraphale from his good nature. A little sloth here, a little gluttony there. A little too much of this, a little too much of that. It's been a favored game of Crowley's over these long years that they have been companions. Could he get him to do the tempting as well as the blessing? Could he get him to do another shot of tequila? And now, lustfully clinging to him in his darkened bedroom and hearing him curse like this, his eyes lustful and dark, it is basically all Crowley can do not to cum right on the fucking spot.

He kisses Aziraphale deeply, desperately, as he slides his finger carefully, slowly inside of him. One, and then two. His other hand returns down to the angel's shaft, to stroke.