"I know, I know, my love. I know you will." He breathes it out between one kiss and the next, warm and reassuring even as he tenses in anticipation of Crowley's touch. He trusts Crowley with this as he trusts him with everything else, the only one he'd trust with his heart, his body, his very soul.

And then Crowley's hand is upon him, and that sharp, star-exploding feeling is back. His eyes shut and he moans softly, his hand clutching onto Crowley's shoulder. It isn't just the electric pleasure-shock of it, it's the intimacy, the feel of Crowley's hand molding around him, pressing into him, the loose fabric of his trousers barely an impediment.

"Oh... oh, that's lovely..." His other hand, trapped between them, pets awkwardly at Crowley's chest. "Please... keep touching me..."