[ yeah aoba we don't need your granny thinking you got some weird daddy kink
Crowley doesn't even flinch when Aoba takes his hand, nor does he make any sort of reaction when their fingers thread together, instead his features switches to something more neutral. He's not disappointed, not when the other quickly answer their question of the hour or when teeth press against a gloved knuckle.
He's beginning to wonder if he likes holding hands and kissing, as if it wasn't obvious since day one. ]
Yeah, that's fine.
[ Because despite his talk about taking the other man in public Crowley isn't above fucking in some alleyway, not in his uniform anyway. So the idea of a room, a bed, is quickly accepted with a short nod of his head and a gentle smile.
Half-lidded eyes watch as Aoba calmly turns, guiding them to one of the hotels which in turn earns a small look from Crowley. He could make a comment that it smells of sex but it's not like the human would agree, his sense far more superior and thus he's left pushing that thought into the back of his head and focuses his attention on both of them getting a room.
Halfway up a staircase (or something) before the vampire moves on a whim. Again, childish curiosity controlling half of his actions, one hand grabbing Aoba by his shoulder and shoving into an all too convenient wall before he's moving in close. ] I can't wait. [ A lie. He simply wishes to see if Aoba will protest any now that they're out of sight and out of mind. ] I want the appetizer now, Aoba.
[ They're so damn close to their room but you know, Crowley can't stop being awful. ]
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Crowley doesn't even flinch when Aoba takes his hand, nor does he make any sort of reaction when their fingers thread together, instead his features switches to something more neutral. He's not disappointed, not when the other quickly answer their question of the hour or when teeth press against a gloved knuckle.
He's beginning to wonder if he likes holding hands and kissing, as if it wasn't obvious since day one. ]
Yeah, that's fine.
[ Because despite his talk about taking the other man in public Crowley isn't above fucking in some alleyway, not in his uniform anyway. So the idea of a room, a bed, is quickly accepted with a short nod of his head and a gentle smile.
Half-lidded eyes watch as Aoba calmly turns, guiding them to one of the hotels which in turn earns a small look from Crowley. He could make a comment that it smells of sex but it's not like the human would agree, his sense far more superior and thus he's left pushing that thought into the back of his head and focuses his attention on both of them getting a room.
Halfway up a staircase (or something) before the vampire moves on a whim. Again, childish curiosity controlling half of his actions, one hand grabbing Aoba by his shoulder and shoving into an all too convenient wall before he's moving in close. ] I can't wait. [ A lie. He simply wishes to see if Aoba will protest any now that they're out of sight and out of mind. ] I want the appetizer now, Aoba.
[ They're so damn close to their room but you know, Crowley can't stop being awful. ]