If Crowley had it his way, they would never let go. They would be forever entwined, holding each other, kissing each other, touching each other. There would be no end to this night, to what they've discovered. He's greedy that way, he wants Aziraphale entirely to himself.

Aziraphale groans and grips onto him. If he were any closer, he would be inside of Aziraphale. Then again, this is an option, and one not far away from them.

He moves his hands smoothly, carefully, and then shifts his hips as he feels Aziraphale is prepared for him.