Crowley would find his clothes to have done a disappearing act somewhere between the wing shift and a growl that the redhead gave in response to the mental tease. His nails dug in deeply and he tilted his head back to let out another sound, more otherworldly than the first. He demanded in their Language for more stimulation, sliding one hand up the other man's neck to cup against his jaw. He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deeper in the other man's mouth and throat, as if to make a point.