A sense of themselves and the freedom from those that would dictate what and who they are and should be has been a topic in their lives for a rather long time, in one way or another, whether by discarding the concepts entirely or being too stuck to them. To have their bodies taken away for a while, almost forever, almost being seperated in more intrinsic ways than that - reclaiming is a good word. Rebellion, in a way. Celebration, maybe. Definitely much needed comfort.

He feels Crowley against his back, feels his hands travel over his thighs, touches that create a want for more. Efforts tend to be left to be decided to the moments they are relevant, but he has, as Crowley will feel, quite made his decision with barely a whisper of a thought. There's a light twitch of his shoulders back against Crowley's chest at the touch, and he leans his head, turning more to meet the kiss properly.

A hand goes over Crowley's wrist, an encouraging hold to tell him to keep going.