Crowley and Aziraphale separated with a unanimous gasp, all tensed muscles slowly relaxing as they sank back onto the pillows. For a long moment they simply breathed together, reveling in their communal pleasurable haze, legs still partially entangled. Aziraphale stared up at the ceiling, scarcely able to comprehend what he had just experienced, only vaguely aware of the ache in his jaw, and echo of the force with which Crowley's lips had crashed into his— it might have been a second or an eternity ago, it was hard to say. Time hardly seemed to have any meaning, but at length, Crowley's voice interrupted Aziraphale's splintered thoughts.
"You alright, Angel?" Aziraphale blinked, and looked over at Crowley. The demon had propped himself up on and elbow, scarlet hair in disarray around his yellow eyes, and was regarding Aziraphale with an expression of concern.
"Yes!" the angel replied, reaching out towards Crowley, who caught his hand and laced their fingers together. "It was just… overwhelming."
"It's okay if you don't want to do it again, I just thought—"
"I didn't say I didn't like it," Aziraphale interrupted, turning his head sharply, followed at a more measured pace by his body, shifting to face Crowley fully. "It was just overwhelming. So many sensations… new, and wonderful. And tempting." Aziraphale slid a hand across Crowley's chest so that his arms straddled the demon's lean frame, raising himself up to face level as Crowley shifted onto his back in response. "Remember when you first tempted me with food and wine," Aziraphale said in a low voice, dipping his head to kiss Crowley's brow lightly, "This was better."
He nipped at Crowley's lip, and slid his fingers into the demon's impossible hair, cradling the back of his head. Aziraphale kissed him soft and deep, lips parting slightly to tease Crowley's with his tongue, and his partner responded in kind, one hand creeping up to Aziraphale's waist. The angel tightened his hand in Crowley's hair and broke the kiss, just far enough to speak. "You remember how I told you that first kiss made me feel," he breathed against Crowley's lips, "this was better." Aziraphale's free hand skimmed Crowley's chest again, and his thumb skipped off of a stiff nipple. Crowley groaned and arched his back, trying to reach Aziraphale's lips again, but he gripped tightly and held his demon back.
"Angel—" Crowley rasped, his breath ragged, eyes gold with desire. The heat was building between them again, and no one looking at Aziraphale now would have guessed his heavenly origins.
"Six thousand years you've been watching me eat, and we could've been doing this instead," Aziraphale's voice rumbled from his chest in that tone reserved for special occasions, causing Crowley to writhe beneath him, "You always did have a knack for temptation. What have you done to me, Crowley? Not do it again? I don't know if I can ever stop." At last Aziraphale released the demon's hair and Crowley immediately lunged upwards, capturing his angel's lips again with the savage hunger of the starving, and they were lost again to the corporeal ecstasy of bodies and minds.