"Of course, my love. Of course." He draws his hand up and down, his initial strokes loose and exploratory as he gets a feel for Crowley's erection. Having never even felt his own, he's intrigued by the contrast between the hardness of its girth and the velvety softness of the skin. Carefully, he tightens his grip and strokes more confidently, thumb swiping over the head just as Crowley had done for him, watching the demon closely for feedback.

"Is it good?" he murmurs, wanting so desperately to please. "You deserve only good things, darling. Tell me what you want and it's yours."