[ Crowley is as happy and content as Aziraphale - he absolutely enjoyed himself. As Aziraphale gathers him in his arms, the demon arranges himself so he's tucked comfortably at Aziraphale's side, chin rested on his shoulder as he drinks in the sight of an angel well-sated. His arms wrap around him, and he drapes a leg over the his waist, clearly aroused from having his face buried between Aziraphale's legs, but really, what else is new.

Crowley grins with pride at the "admonishment". ]

Weeeell, it was. Didn't take into account sex is a rather messy.

[ He playfully flicks his tongue, tickling Aziraphale's throat with the forked tip. ]

And I should be thanking you. Been wanting to do that forever, now.