He wants to cover the demon with feelings of love and protection. Now that he can, the conflicting between the instinct to pull back and the want to reach I'm gets all the more intense, but, judging by where they're standing, it looks like there's a clear winner.

The angel feels Crowleys lips trace down his body, each one a whole new sensation, many of those tonight, and he bites his lip slightly. There are quiet breaths, there is the wondering, easily drowned out the moment a new kiss is pressed against his skin.

He looks down at him, flushed, shifting his legs ever so faintly. When he can't say it, he shows him, yes, with all the other parts of it, the not knowing, the this is new, with even the I Love Yous, he shows it all, but the permission is granted.