Well, if distraction had been his intent, mission successful because now all Kol could think about was Crowley's tongue and that just lead to glorious things. He reached over, grabbing the back of the other man's head and pulling him in for a kiss, nothing soft or gentle about it, all rough and harsh and trying to forget everything else. He pulled away for the sole purpose of, all meaning and smirks, muttering, "If you're going to bite me....bite me like you fucking mean it."