His stomach twitches at the ticklish touches, and he's amused and intrigued as to why Crowley would switch to those, but then he starts touching his cock and his thoughts seem to evaporate. He inhales sharply again, clutching Crowley's shoulder tighter, nails pressing into him. It's the first time anyone, including himself, has touched him like that -- him, or this vessel, he has a complicated relationship with this body now -- and he's not exactly prepared.

"Oh," he mumbles, sliding one of his hands off Crowley's shoulder to curl in the blanket instead; he's not gripping yet, but if Crowley's going to do what he's seen humans do before...

"Yes, there." They needed to finish the game, right? Castiel was supposedly guiding him down. "More -- more of that."