( Crowley doesn't need to take hold of Aoba's face to keep his full attention—it's already there. he's not interested in anyone else around, not even a little. it's not a gesture that he minds, however, and having Crowley's face drawn so close to his own makes him want to push up on his toes and seal the distance that's left. which is why he presses his lips together on instinct, anticipating, remembering taste, feeling.
but then the man has to go and say that. it's got Aoba's jaw dropping, genuine surprise and embarrassment before his flustered squeak: )
What?! N-n-n-no!! You can't do something like that here, in front of people!!
( he'd die of embarrassment. sex is good and he's not shy about having it, but the thought of doing it in public.... he'll seriously die. )
I believe you. ( it's half scolding, half pleading. he's too young to die from extreme embarrassment. ) Let's go somewhere, okay?
( it's not like they don't have plenty of places to choose from. as if to coax him into not fucking him right in public, Aoba leans up, brushes his lips against Crowley's, a kiss meant more as a tease than anything. )
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but then the man has to go and say that. it's got Aoba's jaw dropping, genuine surprise and embarrassment before his flustered squeak: )
What?! N-n-n-no!! You can't do something like that here, in front of people!!
( he'd die of embarrassment. sex is good and he's not shy about having it, but the thought of doing it in public.... he'll seriously die. )
I believe you. ( it's half scolding, half pleading. he's too young to die from extreme embarrassment. ) Let's go somewhere, okay?
( it's not like they don't have plenty of places to choose from. as if to coax him into not fucking him right in public, Aoba leans up, brushes his lips against Crowley's, a kiss meant more as a tease than anything. )