[Aziraphale knows he's struck a chord with his words, but he only speaks the truth. Crowley makes him feel safe and loved. Crowley makes him feel like he belongs somewhere, in a way that Heaven never could. He only hopes that he can be the same for Crowley, a home for the demon to rest his weary heart and soak in all the light and love that the angel has to give.

Somehow, in those garbled sounds and sweet kisses, Crowley gets his thoughts across. Aziraphale moans and gasps at the new pattern to their thrusting, rather close to climaxing himself. His grip on Crowley's braid tightens, his other hand ghosting over Crowley's cock, that twitch giving the demon away.]

Would you like to come for me, dearest? There's nothing I love more than watching you let go.

[Knowing that he's responsible for such pleasure is pleasure in and of itself, not to mention the feel of Crowley clenching around him while he comes. Already he can imagine it, the tension within him building to a tight snap.]

Please, my love. I'll be right behind you.