"Ah-" His breath hitches when Crowley pulls tighter, and he blushes brightly, not that anyone can see it in this light, but he does it all the same.

"That," he says, feeling rather awkward. "That, what you just did. Like it was before." Words are refusing to present themselves in an orderly fashion. This is difficult, all this negotiating nonsense. They haven't had to bother about this in quite some time. Aziraphale had forgotten how tedious and embarrassing the whole ordeal could be.

He shifts his hands delicately down along the curve of tail, trying to provoke. "Harder," he says in a very small voice.