[ Aoba obviously wants to 100% complete Crowley's routes so he can get the after credits dick. Either that or he's just a masochist.
Now this definitely isn't Crowley punishing him. No, it's a minute that the vampire takes to list through his options and examine the room briefly of what he can do. Humming to himself, completely aware of the eyes staring at his back, he hears the sound of Aoba maneuvering around on the bed and predicts what his face will look when he turns around--flushed, embarrassed, excited... possibly a mix of all three? Who knows; the fact that it is all a mystery makes it that much more exciting for him.
But before he approaches Aoba he removes his shoes and crosses the room to close the blinds. With his jacket gone came the removal of the armband keeping him from bursting into flames due to sunlight exposure, and that hurts like hell enough to ruin the mood. ]
Stare any harder and I'll put my clothes back on. [ Then maybe that'd be his punishment to some degree.
Crowley comes forward, standing before the human and presenting himself with confidence. And why wouldn't he be confident? His body retained its physique the moment he drank human blood, and by then he had been trained, toned, and polished as a knight in both mind and body. There's not a hint of war on his skin, all scars having disappeared when his life was forced to change entirely. It's been like this for over eight hundred years and it will not ever change.
He brings a hand up to Aoba's face, fingers tracing his jawline before he brings a thumb to lightly pad across his bottom lip. ]
So will you keep looking or-- [ With his free hand he hooks his fingers around the belt on his pants (why does he wear so many belts... why), but doesn't move to take it off. ] --are you gonna show me what you want?
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Now this definitely isn't Crowley punishing him. No, it's a minute that the vampire takes to list through his options and examine the room briefly of what he can do. Humming to himself, completely aware of the eyes staring at his back, he hears the sound of Aoba maneuvering around on the bed and predicts what his face will look when he turns around--flushed, embarrassed, excited... possibly a mix of all three? Who knows; the fact that it is all a mystery makes it that much more exciting for him.
But before he approaches Aoba he removes his shoes and crosses the room to close the blinds. With his jacket gone came the removal of the armband keeping him from bursting into flames due to sunlight exposure, and that hurts like hell enough to ruin the mood. ]
Stare any harder and I'll put my clothes back on. [ Then maybe that'd be his punishment to some degree.
Crowley comes forward, standing before the human and presenting himself with confidence. And why wouldn't he be confident? His body retained its physique the moment he drank human blood, and by then he had been trained, toned, and polished as a knight in both mind and body. There's not a hint of war on his skin, all scars having disappeared when his life was forced to change entirely. It's been like this for over eight hundred years and it will not ever change.
He brings a hand up to Aoba's face, fingers tracing his jawline before he brings a thumb to lightly pad across his bottom lip. ]
So will you keep looking or-- [ With his free hand he hooks his fingers around the belt on his pants (why does he wear so many belts... why), but doesn't move to take it off. ] --are you gonna show me what you want?