"Oh, I do," he assured him, smirking as he let the demon tug him by his hair to expose his neck. Though it was a rather short wait, it was still enough to drive him just a little crazy before teeth met skin and fuck, it was always amazing.
There was no hesitation once the invitation was given, the veins around his eyes instantly more evident, fangs descending and sliding easily into the tender skin. He didn't bother trying to stop the moan that rose from the back of his throat as the blood slid down his throat. And he wasn't sure if it was a demon thing, a Crowley thing, or something about the feelings that were only barely remotely expressed, but there was a certain nearly addictive quailty about these moments that Kol couldn't quite explain.