Crowley's own mind is foggy as he reluctantly pulls away, flushed and giddy with the feel of Aziraphale in his arms at last. But he laughs fondly at the sight of his angel looking so satisfied, trying his best to stay prim while sneaking one kiss after another until he dives straight in for more.

Crowley's touches are more daring, exploring, this territory so very new for him. He's tempted humans before, but he's never wanted to actually do more, not with anyone else. No one but Aziraphale, where he indulges now, one hand caressing his cheek as the other squeezes gently against his belly and waist.

"We ought to get to your room, I think. Or your appetite may get the better of you." He winks.