( look.............. the less she knows about his kinks the better, tbh.
kinks of which may involve having his mouth on Crowley at almost all times. don't judge him, he's done nothing wrong and deserves nice things. like being fucked for two days.
as expected, Aoba doesn't note anything special about the hotel: his sense of smell is as average as anyone else's, though it's not like he's oblivious as to what's going on there. isn't that exactly what they're doing, too? but he doesn't say anything either. it's this, getting drained by one of Crowley's attendants, or having Granny overhear his sex noises. no brainer for him.
getting pushed against the wall while they're climbing the stairs up to their room of said hotel is startling, but also exciting. a sudden rush of adrenaline pushes blood through his veins and his heart sputters like an engine trying to roar to life, foot slamming the gas.
yet he also senses that childlike teasing, familiar with it from being harassed by actual children at work, and like... have you seen his pals Virus and Trip? seriously.... between the two of them, he's probably the one that can't wait, wanting to feel Crowley's hands on his body again. he'd always been sensitive, easily aroused, and even just remembering their texture when he's cornered against the wall turns him on.
which is why he just hooks his fingers against Crowley's throat to tug his face down, blunt nails biting crescents as he gives a dirty kiss. that's not his main gambit, however, much as he really likes kissing Crowley. it's his other hand that's more the point, moving to cup Crowley's cock through his pants and give it a firm squeeze.
when he pulls his mouth back and lips his lips he murmurs, )
If I can wait two minutes, you can.
( colored with tones that suggests that he'd eat Crowley if he could.
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kinks of which may involve having his mouth on Crowley at almost all times. don't judge him, he's done nothing wrong and deserves nice things. like being fucked for two days.
as expected, Aoba doesn't note anything special about the hotel: his sense of smell is as average as anyone else's, though it's not like he's oblivious as to what's going on there. isn't that exactly what they're doing, too? but he doesn't say anything either. it's this, getting drained by one of Crowley's attendants, or having Granny overhear his sex noises. no brainer for him.
getting pushed against the wall while they're climbing the stairs up to their room of said hotel is startling, but also exciting. a sudden rush of adrenaline pushes blood through his veins and his heart sputters like an engine trying to roar to life, foot slamming the gas.
yet he also senses that childlike teasing, familiar with it from being harassed by actual children at work, and like... have you seen his pals Virus and Trip? seriously.... between the two of them, he's probably the one that can't wait, wanting to feel Crowley's hands on his body again. he'd always been sensitive, easily aroused, and even just remembering their texture when he's cornered against the wall turns him on.
which is why he just hooks his fingers against Crowley's throat to tug his face down, blunt nails biting crescents as he gives a dirty kiss. that's not his main gambit, however, much as he really likes kissing Crowley. it's his other hand that's more the point, moving to cup Crowley's cock through his pants and give it a firm squeeze.
when he pulls his mouth back and lips his lips he murmurs, )
If I can wait two minutes, you can.
( colored with tones that suggests that he'd eat Crowley if he could.
how's that for an appetizer? )