The slow stroke draws out another moan from the angel, but as good as it is, it's still too light. He peers at Crowley, all hazy and confused by the question, until he catches sight of the wicked, teasing smile on his lover's face.

"Crowley," he groans, both out of desire and frustration. His hips squirm and his fingers dig into the sheets. "You... you wily serpent..."

It shouldn't be so difficult to ask, lying as they are together, naked as Adam and Eve in the Garden. But it takes a moment, anyway, finding the right words, words he's comfortable using. "F-faster, please. A little faster. And hold me tighter."