"Hhhall- all right." Aziraphale's breath catches heavily when Crowley sucks on his jaw, turning quickly to another sharp whine. He fumbles, his hands almost trembling, for Crowley's cock.

"Just let me-" This alcove has gotten beyond uncomfortable. Aziraphale slides down to his knees, to the floor, dragging Crowley down with him. "I just want- want to feel-" He can't seem to complete a thought. Doesn't matter anyway. He wraps one arm around Crowley's waist, hugging him close - and sod these shirts, he gets rid of them as well, eager to feel Crowley's skin, his sweat - he presses his mouth to Crowley's long neck and sucks as hard as he can, his free hand grabbing a hold of the demon's cock, holding it just tight enough before it'd hurt, rubbing his thumb rapidly up and down and over the head.

"Come all over me," he begs, still completely breathless and scarcely able to believe he's really saying these things.