It doesn't take him much more than that. Senses overwhelmed with white hot pleasure, his body curled under the demon, arching and twitching and moving, hot, so hot, freely given and clinging and pulling. The sting of Crowley's lips and teeth on the tender flesh of his thigh, his hand gripped tight and pinned against the bed, Crowley's body pushing against his, into him, with knowing thrusts and desperate fervor. It's so much, so much, and he's greedy about it for a moment, but the demon knows all the right things to do and say.

His back arches off of the bed, limbs gripping at the demon like a vice however he can reach, body tensing around Crowley's cock hot and tight, groaning out through his orgasm, spilling through his hand. And he glows, again, brighter this time, against the harmless darkness around them, a beacon, but only of their own, pinned between the demon and their bed. Nowhere else he rather be.