[Aziraphale squeaks audibly at that double squeeze, even though he really should have seen it coming. His hands skim over Crowley's lithe frame, either looking for revenge or simply not wanting to be left out of the fun.]

Freud fixated on a lot of things, dear...

[He moans softly at the way Crowley mouths at him, hooking his leg over the demon's to draw them closer together.]

Is that so? I always assumed that was simply part of your charm... silver-tongued devil and whatnot...