Aoba watches as Crowley moves across the room to close the blinds. ah. sure, it's dark now, but it won't be later, if they hang around long enough... the old vampire bursting into flame trope was honestly one he hadn't even been thinking about.
but even asking about that is likely to ruin a mood, he figures. maybe later or whatever.
when he's not being presented with the a very fine specimen of man. huffing, Aoba makes a face at the first comment: how the hell is he supposed to not stare?! the last two times they'd hooked up Aoba had been the main one in various states of mostly undress. it's his first time to really get a look at Crowley and it's... a little surprising. for someone that's been around for so long... wouldn't there be marks of that...? from before he became a vampire, even? but Aoba doesn't know his story nor does he really understand how turning works. are you supposed to stay the same as the moment you were turned? are you not? what changes? what doesn't?
but regardless of all of that—Crowley's incredibly nice to look at. he looks more like a model than a vampire, honestly, with impressive physique and unblemished skin.
thumb at his lip has Aoba's tongue curling out to touch it, licking the pad with its tip. )
Should I grab it again?
( that's a teasing comment if he's ever uttered any. but despite that, it's not what he actually wants to put his mouth on first.
the pillow Aoba'd been nursing gets tossed aside, left flat and sad on the ground in favor of instead dragging nails up Crowley's stomach, greedily learning the planes of his body. they don't leave marks, which is still disappointing, but there's a mild satisfaction in the cool texture of skin rough against them.
sitting on the bed gives him a good position to lean in and trail the flat of his tongue up underneath Crowley's navel, dipping the tip in a fleeting tease before moving up, scraping teeth against muscle before sucking down.
seriously, if Crowley's gonna just toy with the possibility of showing his dick, Aoba's hands are gonna drag back down and hook into into the waistband of his pants. tugging, to get his point across as he turns his head and nips at one of Crowley's hipbones: )
Wanna see all of you. Show me.
( it's not a request; more of a demand, breathless and wanting as it is.
and, isn't it obvious that he wants Crowley to keep that promise...? )
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Aoba watches as Crowley moves across the room to close the blinds. ah. sure, it's dark now, but it won't be later, if they hang around long enough... the old vampire bursting into flame trope was honestly one he hadn't even been thinking about.
but even asking about that is likely to ruin a mood, he figures. maybe later or whatever.
when he's not being presented with the a very fine specimen of man. huffing, Aoba makes a face at the first comment: how the hell is he supposed to not stare?! the last two times they'd hooked up Aoba had been the main one in various states of mostly undress. it's his first time to really get a look at Crowley and it's... a little surprising. for someone that's been around for so long... wouldn't there be marks of that...? from before he became a vampire, even? but Aoba doesn't know his story nor does he really understand how turning works. are you supposed to stay the same as the moment you were turned? are you not? what changes? what doesn't?
but regardless of all of that—Crowley's incredibly nice to look at. he looks more like a model than a vampire, honestly, with impressive physique and unblemished skin.
thumb at his lip has Aoba's tongue curling out to touch it, licking the pad with its tip. )
Should I grab it again?
( that's a teasing comment if he's ever uttered any. but despite that, it's not what he actually wants to put his mouth on first.
the pillow Aoba'd been nursing gets tossed aside, left flat and sad on the ground in favor of instead dragging nails up Crowley's stomach, greedily learning the planes of his body. they don't leave marks, which is still disappointing, but there's a mild satisfaction in the cool texture of skin rough against them.
sitting on the bed gives him a good position to lean in and trail the flat of his tongue up underneath Crowley's navel, dipping the tip in a fleeting tease before moving up, scraping teeth against muscle before sucking down.
seriously, if Crowley's gonna just toy with the possibility of showing his dick, Aoba's hands are gonna drag back down and hook into into the waistband of his pants. tugging, to get his point across as he turns his head and nips at one of Crowley's hipbones: )
Wanna see all of you. Show me.
( it's not a request; more of a demand, breathless and wanting as it is.
and, isn't it obvious that he wants Crowley to keep that promise...? )