[ Crowley mouths a trail up Aziraphale's chest as he slithers up for a kiss, dragging his slick belly over the angel's cock. He has the biggest, shit-eating grin on his face as he gently smooths Aziraphale's feathers back into place. The praise may be going a bit to his head.

But he also knows full well what Aziraphale means. That they can touch - truly touch - without hurting each other is astonishing. There's still the lingering possibility that doing so may set off the equivalent of several nuclear warheads, but they could take a nice afternoon or two off at the other end of the solar system to see how that pans out. ]

I know, love. Had your tongue right up against my wings not ten minutes ago. Touching you, being touched by you - it's - I don't know how to describe it, but it feels so very right.

[ He buries his fingers in Aziraphale's damp curls,, stroking him as he comes down from his orgasm. He loves this the best, the sheer intimacy of everything they do, down to the most mundane things. It's always been there; part of the reason he always found himself drawn to Aziraphale, but it was treated as some furtive thing they had to hide and deny. Now that they can just be, Crowley is utterly basking in it. That he can take Aziraphale in his arms and leave him with such a blissed out smile is the most marvelous thing to the demon. He kisses him, gazing back with adoration. ]

You're incredible, you know that? I'm sure I've said it, but it bears repeating.

[ Multiple times a day, apparently. ]