Once again, the angel finds himself without time to delve too deep into his own anxiety or embarrassment, as things keep moving right along and requesting his utmost attention. Such as the feeling of Crowley's hand going down his back, which makes him shudder pleasantly.

While the situation has been demanding thought about certain parts of their physical bodies since it first began, he really hasn't put in the effort yet to prepare himself, as it were, for the actual act. Perhaps he's a bit rusty, maybe he's just not thinking, it's hard to tell that from anything else right now.

Still a bit red, he looks down at Crowley for a couple of considering moments, and leans down to kiss him. Steadying himself, you see. Straying far from angelic, but feeling quite divine.