Good, that's good, he thinks, because now that he has that image in his mind of Crowley touching himself, he has to satisfy his curiosity or he'll never be able to think of anything else again. He trails his hand around to Crowley's back as the demon shifts to face him, a soft, warm sound leaving his lips while they kiss.

"Oh, yes, yes, whatever you like." Every kiss from Crowley's hot, wet mouth, every brushing of their hips together is increasing that ache within him until it's nearly stifling. He runs his hand up and down Crowley's spine restlessly. "Please, show me."