There's a dangerous glint in Crowley's eyes as he grabs Castiel's tie, giving it a less-than-gentle tug, but then he knows Castiel can take it.

He leans in until they're breathing the same air. "And are we actually going to lose all of our clothing this time?"

As fun as it had been to see Castiel become a desperate little mess, Crowley really did prefer orgasms that reminded him less of his own adolescence and if he puts any stock into Castiel's little text messages, he's sure that Castiel is going to take this in some very interesting directions.