[Aziraphale's lower lip quivers and he hides his face in the crook of Crowley's neck, wrapping his arms around the demon in turn and holding on for all he's worth. Not exactly a seductive response, but he needs a minute to compose himself, so overwhelmed by finally being allowed what had been denied to him (to both of them) for so long.

An angel freely and openly loving a demon. His demon.]

I'll always be yours, too, Crowley. Always.

[He kisses the soft patch of skin there, entwining his legs with Crowley's, his sock garters rubbing against bare calves. When he pulls back, that sweet sunshine of a smile is back, and he laughs sheepishly.]

I have to admit, I... I feel a bit lost. Now that I finally have you, I don't know where to begin.