[ This little introductory touch made, he allows his hand to be moved against ribs and his fingers to dig into skin. Heartbeat echoing across flesh and vibrating against his palm, which in turn has him almost growl into Aoba's mouth. It's such a simple touch, a feeling that humans are accustomed too, but perhaps it's having lost that rhythm that Crowley wants to embrace it.
He leans in more and with gusto, a hard pressure of lips, teeth, and tongue, hoping to taste that greed the human expresses through a kiss. He shows little care of whether or not his fangs scrape against lips or tongue, skin tingling as fire spreads across his chest the moment their bodies make contact.
Crowley breathes, sighs, and soon enough groans; friction in the form of flesh against cotton. It's not satisfying enough even as he brings his other arm to dip into the small of Aoba's back to meet the movement of his hips.
Grinding down, breath hitching in the back of his throat, he drops his hand further down and his fingertips tease the band of the other man's boxers before sliding down. Pulling them down smooth thighs, patience dwindling, Crowley doesn't hesitate to grip onto Aoba's ass with a hungry sort of aggression.
But he wants more--wants to feel more. More warmth, more pleasure, more of whatever Aoba is willing to give to him.
Humans are greedy but so are vampires, in Crowley's defense it's what they want that makes them different. And how they perceive who can and cannot get what they desire.
He moves to his side, then his back, conveniently yet unintentionally bringing the human's wish to life by dragging him on top of him. Parting their lips his hair frames his face and he ignores the way his braid hangs against his shoulder, concentrating on having both hands grip onto Aoba's ass. Massaging him with his palms, tugging him into a familiar angle that causes a soft sigh to roll off of the tip of his tongue. ] Aoba. [ And the name that follows is unintentional, too, brows furrowing. ] Suck me off.
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He leans in more and with gusto, a hard pressure of lips, teeth, and tongue, hoping to taste that greed the human expresses through a kiss. He shows little care of whether or not his fangs scrape against lips or tongue, skin tingling as fire spreads across his chest the moment their bodies make contact.
Crowley breathes, sighs, and soon enough groans; friction in the form of flesh against cotton. It's not satisfying enough even as he brings his other arm to dip into the small of Aoba's back to meet the movement of his hips.
Grinding down, breath hitching in the back of his throat, he drops his hand further down and his fingertips tease the band of the other man's boxers before sliding down. Pulling them down smooth thighs, patience dwindling, Crowley doesn't hesitate to grip onto Aoba's ass with a hungry sort of aggression.
But he wants more--wants to feel more. More warmth, more pleasure, more of whatever Aoba is willing to give to him.
Humans are greedy but so are vampires, in Crowley's defense it's what they want that makes them different. And how they perceive who can and cannot get what they desire.
He moves to his side, then his back, conveniently yet unintentionally bringing the human's wish to life by dragging him on top of him. Parting their lips his hair frames his face and he ignores the way his braid hangs against his shoulder, concentrating on having both hands grip onto Aoba's ass. Massaging him with his palms, tugging him into a familiar angle that causes a soft sigh to roll off of the tip of his tongue. ] Aoba. [ And the name that follows is unintentional, too, brows furrowing. ] Suck me off.
[ Eloquent. ]