"Lying with you isn't bad enough?" says Aziraphale archly, though really, that is some adjustment, the hemipenes. Aziraphale would be hard-pressed to describe them as anything other than cute.

He hums softly as Crowley strokes him, rocking his hips forward. He's a bit limited, mobility-wise, so he attempts to scoot himself a little closer, wanting to get his hands around these interesting new appendages.

"Full of surprises yourself," he remarks, wrapping a hand around each one.