[ Aoba would die if he was fucked for two days, he was lucky to walk the first time he and Crowley did anything. And honestly Chess isn't too bad if Crowley steps in to say something, but of course he'd keep his mouth shut until the fear and reality sunk in. (Translation: he'd fuck with him.)
But that doesn't matter since it's not happening now, Crowley's far from having the deciding factor of whether or not Aoba has every ounce of blood sucked out of him or not. He's paying more attention on what's in front of him--of who's in front of him--and tugging him by the neck and sinking nails into his skin. It's electrifying in the way he feels a tiny ounce of order in the other's actions, more so than when he announced with confidence that he wanted to ride him when they had first met.
There's a hand at his cock and when Aoba squeezes he can't help but moan straight into the other's mouth, silencing himself when their lips part. His hands have already moved to the wall as if he plans to trap him there, but fortunately that's not the case as he expresses his arousal with a toothy grin. ]
I'm going to punish you for that.
[ But it excites him either way; not full and obviously hungry for more but enough to satisfy him temporarily.
He grabs Aoba by the wrist and they make it to their floor without any other sudden interruptions, guiding them to their rented room before opening the door and pulling the human inside. But he doesn't bring him into intimate space nor does he force his tongue down his throat or... anything. ]
We've still got a minute left. [ sorry for him being so petty
Enjoy the fact that Crowley's actually spending this minute doing something useful and starting to remove his clothes. Unhooking the belt around his shoulders and placing the cape on a nearby couch, back facing the other man as he begins to strip the jacket off of his shoulders. ]
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But that doesn't matter since it's not happening now, Crowley's far from having the deciding factor of whether or not Aoba has every ounce of blood sucked out of him or not. He's paying more attention on what's in front of him--of who's in front of him--and tugging him by the neck and sinking nails into his skin. It's electrifying in the way he feels a tiny ounce of order in the other's actions, more so than when he announced with confidence that he wanted to ride him when they had first met.
There's a hand at his cock and when Aoba squeezes he can't help but moan straight into the other's mouth, silencing himself when their lips part. His hands have already moved to the wall as if he plans to trap him there, but fortunately that's not the case as he expresses his arousal with a toothy grin. ]
I'm going to punish you for that.
[ But it excites him either way; not full and obviously hungry for more but enough to satisfy him temporarily.
He grabs Aoba by the wrist and they make it to their floor without any other sudden interruptions, guiding them to their rented room before opening the door and pulling the human inside. But he doesn't bring him into intimate space nor does he force his tongue down his throat or... anything. ]
We've still got a minute left. [ sorry for him being so petty
Enjoy the fact that Crowley's actually spending this minute doing something useful and starting to remove his clothes. Unhooking the belt around his shoulders and placing the cape on a nearby couch, back facing the other man as he begins to strip the jacket off of his shoulders. ]