Crowley wasn't in the habit of paying attention to things such as the size of his cock- surprisingly, one of the few things his vanity didn't touch (or, perhaps, he was so vain he believed he was perfectly fine in bed, without needing such help). Still, Azirpahale's words got a small, pleased smile out of him, as he did his best to keep his hips still, letting Zira swallow him at his own pace, at least for now.
Still, need won out over any sort of worry, after a minute, and he found himself jerking his hips into the wet heat, edging closer to his release.
"Yes, Angel, so good... just like that, lover, fuck,"