[ Crowley ponders for a moment, trailing idle kisses along Aziraphale's cheek and temple. His hands are doing something soft and gentle somewhere in the vicinity of Aziraphale's chest, tracing the dips and swells of his anatomy. ]

Well, to start, maybe just get into the habit of imagining what might feel good, yeah? Something you're curious about that you might've read in one of your books, maybe?

[ Because he knows Aziraphale has quite a few romances; Crowley has spent many a long evening perusing them while Aziraphale did his taxes, dutifully skipping to the saucier bits.

And some of them could get very saucy. Ah, literature.

Crowley gives a low chuckle. ]

Though maybe not House of Holes. Little early in our relationship for anyone to go turning into a dick tree.