[It's a one-two punch of physical pleasure, Crowley working on his back muscles and grinding into his lap, and thoughts of photographs and selfies are promptly pushed out of Aziraphale's mind.]

I can't think of much of anything while you're -- ah! -- oh, right there, darling -- while you're doing that...

[He slides his hands to Crowley's hips, pressing up as Crowley pushes down, letting his building arousal throb like a heartbeat between them. Before Crowley can get to his earlobe a second time, the angel turns his head and kisses him rather soundly.]

I'll go anywhere with you, love. Anywhere at all.