He set his hands on her hips to help guide her movement. He expected her to try and take control, but the fact she hadn't wasn't so bad. He kind of liked the change of pace, and the fact she wasn't trying to take control told him a lot. She really was broken, really was putty in his hands. For the moment, at least, he owned her. Pwned her, whatever the kids said these days on the internet. Crowley didn't care what they called it, he kind of liked it.
The kiss was deliberate. He knew it was avoidance. He managed to smirk against her mouth, at least for a moment before he gave in to the kiss. One hand moved up to dance along her spine. He worked his way to the base of her neck and back down again. He moaned softly. Slow and steady definitely had its positive effects.