Aziraphale was no stranger to wanting, it had been how he'd spent the majority of his time on Earth truth be told. Which might not have been the actual point of it all, but he hadn't really been able to stop himself. Oh there were certain things he could avoid, certain things he chose not to look at too closely, particularly those things where a certain Demon was involved, but anything else? Well he indulged as often as he could. But this - this was a different kind of want it sat hot in the pit of his stomach and it felt like it might never truly be sated, there would just be moments when perhaps the need was not quite so great. But here? In this moment, with Crowley pressed as closely as he was, the heat of his mouth still lingering on Aziraphale's lips? He wanted so very much.
To put that into words though? Now that proved more difficult. Crowley was not something on a menu, nothing to pick and choose from, but he was something - someone, that Aziraphale wanted to savor again and again. "You," He said at first, though he was nearly certain of the reaction that would receive and tried a second time almost immediately after. "I want to touch you." He paused for a moment, "Without... without all of this." There had been barriers between them for so long, some of their own making, some simply because of who and what they were, but here there was no need for any of that and Aziraphale wanted all of it gone, in this moment he wanted every bit of Crowley he could have. And then he would want him all over again of that much he was certain. It felt impossible that there might come a time when this wanting stopped.