Aziraphale has a great ass and I think Crowley should appreciate it to the fullest. I would love to see him constantly distracted by it. Watching it discreetly, touching it, resting his hand on in it public…etc. How can he resist???
Here are some fics in which Crowley appreciates Aziraphale's arse...
A Brand New Angle (Highly Commendable) by SupernovaRemnants (E)
Crowley’s eyebrows rise in fascination one by one, as Aziraphale bends his knees to gather papers from a small table, his rear posing perfectly for Crowley to admire the swelling of his thighs, the soft roundness of his buttocks.
Satan, his Angel knows he loves his behind. Why does he ... ?
Oh.
Summertime (and the livin' is easy) by pilatesandpinot (E)
Crowley straightened up his hair, knowing he looked like sex on legs for her, then headed outside, where Aziraphale was already hosing down his Bentley. She had miracled a bucket with soapy water and a big sponge floating in it, and Crowley felt his gaze shift from that bucket to his Bentley to her, especially down the length of her back and her arse. This was going to be a treat, and he was glad for once that their closest neighbors were a half a mile away.
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Summertime in the South Downs, which consists of apple pie, car washes, lounging in the hot tub, and some fraternizing... though not necessarily in that order ;)
POTION FOR EXCITING LOVE IN THE HEART OF THE PERSON WHO IS THE OBJECT OF OUR DESIRE by Ellipsical (E)
“Besides, a potion wouldn’t work on me anyway,” Crowley said, his voice deep and sleepy. When Aziraphale glanced up at him, his eyes were closed. His chest, beneath Aziraphale, rose in a steady rthythm. “I’m already in love with you, as you well know.”
“I know,” Aziraphale said, kissing his jaw softly. “It’s always nice to hear, though. I love you too, you know, demon. Very, very much.”
Crowley sighed and turned on his side, sliding his knee between Aziraphale’s, his arm around his waist, and resting his chin on top of Aziraphale’s curls. Aziraphale snuggled in, enjoying the rangy warmth radiating off Crowley’s body. He let his eyes slip closed, breathing in Crowley’s scent. A nap sounded like just the thing.
in perfect piety by scienceblues (E)
Crowley’s mind stutters over the thought that Aziraphale might think he’s anything other than entirely serious. Surely he knows what the sight of him dressed down does to Crowley. But Aziraphale merely turns and starts making his way back to the bedroom without so much as a coy glance over his shoulder.
As if he thinks there’s any universe in which Crowley wouldn’t immediately follow behind.
Casual by UnproblematicMe (E)
Since his relationship had ended, Crowley lived like a catholic priest: No sex, no kissing, but a lot of wine. Sometimes he thought it might help to ‘get back on the horse’. But even in the vivacious and sultry atmosphere of the club near the hotel he did not feel the mood.
Until he spotted a wonderfully luscious arse at the bar. He did not miss the pathetic fact that his change of mind happened only because it reminded him of his ex’ divine behind. But he must have left his pride in the other jacket. So he sauntered towards the man who leant over the counter, trying to get the barkeeper’s attention while his butt caught other people’s attention.
Deal with a Devil by OldBeginningNewEnding (E)
A little wager in which Crowley and Aziraphale see who can resist the other longest.
“What kind of prize do you have in mind?”
“Anything you’d like, angel,” Crowley sang. “Well, anything I’d like, I should say.”
“Well, there’s this absolutely lovely ensemble that I thought would look rather fetching on you —”
“Is it bloody tartan—”
“Tartan’s stylish!”
"Fine, but when I win—” And suddenly, he was there before Aziraphale, crowding him against a sturdy bookcase, the air between their mouths barely enough for the soft gasp that left his angel’s lips. “When I win,” he murmured, “I want that delicious arse of yours marked with my sigil.”