Making it easier for Crowley, Alexia lifted himself from the chair and stood before it, running his hands through the other's hair with ease, giving a sound of encouragement at the sensation. His hands rested on Crowley's shoulders, squeezing roughly when Crowley did something particularly right. This was something he truly enjoyed -- it took a considerable amount of effort to get him to show any feeling was a good or bad one, having gotten used to this body hundreds of years ago, as well as the sensations of any sex. But with Crowley (Or any other demon or otherworldly being, for that matter), it was something entirely else. His barriers were down, his desire was high.
"Don't assume I won't return the pleasure," he hissed, his tongue flicking out to wet his lower lip.