Oh, what in the world was that? He shouts in pleasure, unexpectedly, and grinds his hips down on Crowley's fingers, hands clutching him so tightly Crowley might have imparted snake onto him.

Distractedly, he pants into Crowley's hair, keening, eyebrows knit in both arousal and actual confusion. He finds it doesn't much matter, as he reaches for Crowley's cock and strokes it in both his hands, delightedly running his fingers along him, thumbs taking careful consideration of his tip.