In all truth, the whole situation is entirely unnecessary. The preparation, the effort, it's not really natural to their constitutions to begin with. Which serves only to amplify its meaning, the emotions it invoques, the pleasure it creatures, physical or otherwise. They've always done a lot of incredibly unnecessary things. And they'll keep on doing them, because that's where happiness and feeling lie.

The angel tilts his head back slightly, moving along with the demon. The words make him pull in a breath and grip his fingers wherever they lay on Crowley's back and his shoulders. This might become his favorite part of their story: intertwined in an intimate embrace, pure and burning and bright, declaring their love against all that would dare destroy it, out there outside the silence.

He turns his head to meet him again, pressing his lips to Crowley's jaw, cheekbone, wherever he can reach hopefully forgiven for the moments when he can't help but to shudder, and whispers back, with just a bit of a contained struggle and bated breath.

"I love you too."