( when his shirt's tugged up Aoba's breath catches, cool air of the room kissing his skin and making him squirm, heels pressing into the covers and rubbing down, barest friction serving no real purpose. the gaze on him, however, he minds not at all—maybe it's no surprise, but he likes having Crowley's focus.
just like he likes kissing him, too. the mouth on his is welcome and Aoba opens his in return instantly, tilting his head and rolling his tongue. Crowley's mouth is something a little more familiar to him now but that doesn't make him any less greedy for it; he sucks, flicks his tongue, coaxing and hungry and not caring if it gets messy.
in this, he hooks a possessive arm around the other man's waist. the first time he's really been able to skim that back, appreciate strong shoulderblades and graze fingernails along the dip of spine. nice. as that hand wanders he grabs for one of Crowley's wrists with the other, wanting him to touch a certain way—guiding, bringing that hand to the side of his chest, wanting to feel palm against his ribs and the pressure of fingers down hard against that sensitive area. not far, his heart is hammering, quick with growing arousal and excitement.
hff. he'd wanted to roll them over so that he'd be on top, earlier, but having Crowley over him... feels good, too. and it's not like he can't do some stuff this way.
drawing his hips up, wanting as much contact as possible, Aoba begins to wonder just how much he might be able to get away with. so that hand wandering along back trails south as he adds some bite to the kiss, muffled moans from the base of his throat as he skims over Crowey's ass and hooks his hand against the bottom of it, fingers digging into upper thigh and tugging so he can better grind up. )
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just like he likes kissing him, too. the mouth on his is welcome and Aoba opens his in return instantly, tilting his head and rolling his tongue. Crowley's mouth is something a little more familiar to him now but that doesn't make him any less greedy for it; he sucks, flicks his tongue, coaxing and hungry and not caring if it gets messy.
in this, he hooks a possessive arm around the other man's waist. the first time he's really been able to skim that back, appreciate strong shoulderblades and graze fingernails along the dip of spine. nice. as that hand wanders he grabs for one of Crowley's wrists with the other, wanting him to touch a certain way—guiding, bringing that hand to the side of his chest, wanting to feel palm against his ribs and the pressure of fingers down hard against that sensitive area. not far, his heart is hammering, quick with growing arousal and excitement.
hff. he'd wanted to roll them over so that he'd be on top, earlier, but having Crowley over him... feels good, too. and it's not like he can't do some stuff this way.
drawing his hips up, wanting as much contact as possible, Aoba begins to wonder just how much he might be able to get away with. so that hand wandering along back trails south as he adds some bite to the kiss, muffled moans from the base of his throat as he skims over Crowey's ass and hooks his hand against the bottom of it, fingers digging into upper thigh and tugging so he can better grind up. )