Oh, yeah. He had a particular way he wanted to mmhmm.

Moaning, Crowley arched underneath Aziraphale and rolled them both over so that he could be on top. As he did so, the blanket turned a deep solid blue, the angel's designer shirt, tie, sweater vest, and jacket disappeared, and the small container of raspberry sauce was in his hand. The demon opened the container and began to drizzle the tart sauce all over the bare chest and abdomen beneath him. What he drew with it definitely wasn't a smiley face.

At any rate, when his masterpiece was done, he set aside the sauce and began to trace the lines with his tongue, pinning Aziraphale's hips with his own.