[Aziraphale's breath catches at the way Crowley moves beneath him, his cock growing all the harder for it. He's more relaxed now, certainly, but all the more aroused by the way Crowley touches him, the very anticipation of each brush of those fingers against sensitive skin.]

Oh, I... I think you already have a good sense of what I might like...

[He braces his weight on one forearm, his free hand tracing a line along Crowley's jaw, leaving obvious space between them.]

Putting your hands on my chest is a very good start.