[It isn't the same as when the city was forcing him to be compliant and when he offered that obediancy to Martin, but he's surprised by how not different it is, either. Logically, it should feel any different than not having cuffs on, since they're effectively useless against him, he could disappear them with a blink.
But there's still that sort of warm, skittering sensation in his chest, and he flexes his fingers carefully, as if testing the restraints.
The movement snaps him back into focus; Crowley blinks, then settles his hands into Martin's hair and leans into the kiss. It's tempting to play off the question with a joke, but he knows how much of an effort Martin is making here so Crowley buys himself a moment to think by trailing a line of warm kisses along Martin's jaw.
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But there's still that sort of warm, skittering sensation in his chest, and he flexes his fingers carefully, as if testing the restraints.
The movement snaps him back into focus; Crowley blinks, then settles his hands into Martin's hair and leans into the kiss. It's tempting to play off the question with a joke, but he knows how much of an effort Martin is making here so Crowley buys himself a moment to think by trailing a line of warm kisses along Martin's jaw.
After a moment:] You did good, love. Thank you.