Another moan was hummed against Crowley's neck when the demon finally broke skin, and a shudder followed as he lapped the bit of blood off Kol's neck. There was a certain sensual quality about feeding that could quite easily be likened to sex for a vampire. Kol wondered if Crowley got the same feeling, that same almost high he got from it.
Never one to over-indulge on the demon, Kol pulled away, licking the little remnants of blood away from his neck. "You know, you would be really bad for me if I was younger, had less control," his words were hotly mumbled as he crashed his lips against the others', nipping playfully at his lip, "Why are you so addictive?" And whether he meant Crowley himself, his blood, or both was anyone's guess.