Again, what ought to be aggravating is actually strangely arousing. When Crowley gets rough with him, he gasps, mouth falling open and hands flexing uncertainly on Crowley's shoulders. He's trying to keep up some facade of control, but he nearly unraveled there, and he both does and doesn't want to prevent Crowley from seeing him like that. Probably it's inevitable.

"No," he manages, and then he clears his throat. "No. Lower."