[It has been a very, very long time since anyone had touched Aziraphale's wings, and even then it was perfunctory and clinical, another member of the heavenly host simply tucking unkempt feathers back into their pristine order. Not since Heaven has he let anyone other than himself touch them, and it does show in the few spots that ought to be preened. The fluffiness suits him, though, matching his hair and soft appearance. It makes them all the more inviting.

When Crowley brushes the tip of his wing to Aziraphale's, the angel gasps, but it is not out of pain. Quite the opposite, in fact, and when Crowley extends his wing again, he eagerly meets it, his wings unfurling further so that more feathers can brush up against one another. If he had to put words to the feeling, he'd describe it as like coming into a hearth-warmed home from the cold, but it is far more sensual than that. He drops his forehead to Crowley's, exhaling with a groan when the demon's hands began massaging his feathery joints.]

Yes... quite good...

[He's grateful for Crowley's arms around him as he adjusts his weight in Crowley's lap to re-balance himself. He feels the effect of their intimacy on Crowley and bites back a giggle.]

Someone appears to be enjoying our little experiment. What do you say, when it's time to rinse your hair, we do that in the bath instead of sitting just outside it?