[ okay then maybe he'll like his punishment more than crowley thinks. yikes.
But Crowley breathes out a quiet laugh. Whether or not Aoba grabs him now doesn't quite matter, he'll remember that; that confident, teasing remark that brings a smile to his face.
Even as the human moves bring blunt nails to his stomach, enlightened over the feeling of hands mapping out his body. Not like like the smaller, much more slender fingers of his attendants but something warmer, growing into something familiar. Different in a way that felt good. Tempting.
Carefully, knowing that he'll get some sort of reaction from it, Crowley brings a hand to Aoba's hair. Dipping fingers into strands, slowly combing through, he tilts his head slightly before his lips part to let out a whisper. ]
... Why can't I say no to you?
[ It's not a question he wants answered. When it leaves his mouth it echoes in the back of head, and he realizes that it may seem like he's getting hooked more than an attempt to tease back. Especially when it's not accompanied with his usual drawl, sounding genuine.
No, he'd much rather drag Aoba's attention elsewhere now that that's left him and moves to bring his hands to his belt. Working to unbuckle and pull it out from its loops before dropping somewhere to the beside the man seated before him, popping open the button before dragging his zipper down. It's a swift motion, hands reaching the waistband of his pants before pulling both that and his black boxer briefs down his thighs.
There he hisses out, cool air embracing his swelling cock.
His gaze moves from himself, quarter-lidded eyes staring down at the figure before him. ] Better?
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But Crowley breathes out a quiet laugh. Whether or not Aoba grabs him now doesn't quite matter, he'll remember that; that confident, teasing remark that brings a smile to his face.
Even as the human moves bring blunt nails to his stomach, enlightened over the feeling of hands mapping out his body. Not like like the smaller, much more slender fingers of his attendants but something warmer, growing into something familiar. Different in a way that felt good. Tempting.
Carefully, knowing that he'll get some sort of reaction from it, Crowley brings a hand to Aoba's hair. Dipping fingers into strands, slowly combing through, he tilts his head slightly before his lips part to let out a whisper. ]
... Why can't I say no to you?
[ It's not a question he wants answered. When it leaves his mouth it echoes in the back of head, and he realizes that it may seem like he's getting hooked more than an attempt to tease back. Especially when it's not accompanied with his usual drawl, sounding genuine.
No, he'd much rather drag Aoba's attention elsewhere now that that's left him and moves to bring his hands to his belt. Working to unbuckle and pull it out from its loops before dropping somewhere to the beside the man seated before him, popping open the button before dragging his zipper down. It's a swift motion, hands reaching the waistband of his pants before pulling both that and his black boxer briefs down his thighs.
There he hisses out, cool air embracing his swelling cock.
His gaze moves from himself, quarter-lidded eyes staring down at the figure before him. ] Better?