He hadn't expected his lover to crawl, but Crowley made no move to make him stand; it had been his choice, to submit so fully, and he would respect that.
Once in the bedroom, he moved to sit on the bed, watching the Fallen crawl over to him. "Come now, Angel, hurry up. It's getting warm in here, and I am far too dressed," He wanted the other's hands on him, undressing him, touching him everywhere. It was indulgent, and would keep him from having to restrain Aziraphale from touching himself.