Only a few hours ago, he was thrilling at a gentle touch of their fingers on a plane. Only a few hours ago, he had thought about leaning in and brushing his lips against Aziraphale's. Now, he has his body pressed against the angel's, and is listening to him make small sounds against his mouth as they kiss.

My, but how things do change quickly. Crowley is here for it.

He slides a finger under the waistband of Aziraphale's underpants and slides them down, carefully, over his hips. As he does so, he exposes new skin, which his other hand greedily touches, tracing little circles as its exposed.