He groans when Crowley finally enters him, looking up at him like he's surprised that they're still in these bodies and haven't entered a more celestial form, like Crowley is the beginning and the end of everything. He wraps his arms around Crowley's neck and pulls him down for a kiss, desperate and searching, yearning to be as close to Crowley as physically and metaphysically possible.

A jolt of pleasure courses through him, manifests in what is almost a tangible ripple through his entire body, and he almost curses and nearly comes already; he should be careful what he asks of Crowley. His hips shift upward, urging him on, trying to get him to move.