Crowley's lips press to Aziraphale's sweet and open, their hand gripping at the back of the angel's head carefully. Crowley doesn't break it for a long moment, until they feel it's necessary to whisper against his lips. "You are so wonderful."

Crowley feels more drunk than they actually are, their head flooded with emotions that they don't know how to break down and comprehend. Aziraphale has kissed them before, and they've shared moments together and held one another for comfort, but there was never any sort of feelings discussed or labels attached. Those all seemed like very human things to do, which is perhaps why Crowley felt they wanted those things at all.