( war and swords.... and reading? wow. that's so 1787. even so, it makes Aoba smile, the sort of smile that says he's gently amused but not going to tease about it. blood.... that one's a given, but he's not sure there's a way to have fun with that? well. more than the one they've already indulged in before.
yet it seems that things are going to head in that direction even if he doesn't mention it. there's a hand around his waist and Aoba's easily pulled in, caught up in those words: I like you.
and—oh.
damn embarrassing?? damn straight. hands having pressed up against Crowley's chest on instinct when he'd been drawn in, fingers splayed, he flushes at the memory. yeah. yeahhhhhh he remembers. swallowing, his gaze flicks between Crowley's lips and eyes before settling on the latter, )
Y... yeah. You want to...?
( ... for two days?! no, he had to be joking about that comment.
it dissolves into Aoba biting his lip and squinting up at the other man: )
no subject
yet it seems that things are going to head in that direction even if he doesn't mention it. there's a hand around his waist and Aoba's easily pulled in, caught up in those words: I like you.
and—oh.
damn embarrassing?? damn straight. hands having pressed up against Crowley's chest on instinct when he'd been drawn in, fingers splayed, he flushes at the memory. yeah. yeahhhhhh he remembers. swallowing, his gaze flicks between Crowley's lips and eyes before settling on the latter, )
Y... yeah. You want to...?
( ... for two days?! no, he had to be joking about that comment.
it dissolves into Aoba biting his lip and squinting up at the other man: )
Are you teasing me?