"Too fast?" Crowley murmurs, stopping his hands' movements immediately. He isn't the sort to pray, but he would, in this moment, that Aziraphale's answer is no.

After all, they aren't even entirely undressed yet. Crowley doesn't even know if Aziraphale has any genitals on----he might not, for all the demon knows right now---and there's so much he'd like to do over the course of the evening and morning and whatever other time they have together.