[ He's being lapped up as if Aoba was a puppy, but he'll save that imagery for a situation more appropriate. Those whimpers, the shallow breath, and tongue against his skin has Crowley wanting to curl his fingers and tug on long strands of blue, but he restrains himself. Despite instinct and desire telling him otherwise, there was still that itch in the back of his head that swayed him; the very core of his personality that was still kept together over the course of eight hundred years.
It's so hard not to, though. But if he can't tug and pull as mercilessly as he wants to on hair he'll put all that effort elsewhere. In a kiss, in a bite... who knows.
That thought is thrown out the window and into the cold street the moment a warm tongue meets flesh. He brings the back of his hand up to his mouth, chewing the inside of his cheek to muffle down a groan. ]
That's obvious. [ He comments, but it doesn't sound smug. Just stating a fact.
And when Aoba calls Crowley over, moving back and giving him space, he doesn't have to tell him twice. The human receives his wish of seeing Crowley without any clothing when he pulls his pants down to his ankles and steps out of them, the bed sighing underneath his weight in the process.
Of course he can't keep his hands off of the other man once he has the chance, a similar want similar to Aoba's surfacing when his fingers dip underneath the hem of his shirt and pulls up. He can't help but to stare, observing a toned stomach and chest before his eyes lift further up. It's almost instantly that he pulls himself closer, a parted mouth meeting a pair of lips in a heated kiss. ]
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It's so hard not to, though. But if he can't tug and pull as mercilessly as he wants to on hair he'll put all that effort elsewhere. In a kiss, in a bite... who knows.
That thought is thrown out the window and into the cold street the moment a warm tongue meets flesh. He brings the back of his hand up to his mouth, chewing the inside of his cheek to muffle down a groan. ]
That's obvious. [ He comments, but it doesn't sound smug. Just stating a fact.
And when Aoba calls Crowley over, moving back and giving him space, he doesn't have to tell him twice. The human receives his wish of seeing Crowley without any clothing when he pulls his pants down to his ankles and steps out of them, the bed sighing underneath his weight in the process.
Of course he can't keep his hands off of the other man once he has the chance, a similar want similar to Aoba's surfacing when his fingers dip underneath the hem of his shirt and pulls up. He can't help but to stare, observing a toned stomach and chest before his eyes lift further up. It's almost instantly that he pulls himself closer, a parted mouth meeting a pair of lips in a heated kiss. ]