( Aoba doesn't care, either. doesn't care if he gets cut while they kiss, tongue and lips burning hot from scrapes. it only fuels the urgency in his kiss; groaning, he whimpers out something that would be a name were it possible for him to be coherent. Crowley. maybe he should be concerned about being so into this and so into a vampire, but he's not. he... can't help what he wants.
noisy and noisier this time, now that they're alone in a private room, Aoba doesn't try to muffle his voice as much as he had the times before. letting himself melt more fully into Crowley, wanting to give as much as he can, wanting to take as much in return. and oh—when Crowley moves back against him he gasps loudly, trembles, squirms when he feels boxers being tugged down his thighs to help them over his knees so they won't tangle. they end up caught up around his ankles. he doesn't care about that either. too busy rutting, grinding, grip tightening and free hand clawing at the man's back in heated desperation.
then there's a hah of surprise when they're flipped, belly doing delighted summersaults at the switch in position. yeah, having Crowley on him most definitely feels good, but this ♥ view ♥. he can get used to seeing a nude Crowley sprawled out across pillows and mattress. so it's a laugh Aoba gives—genuine, bright, excited, teeth flashing from behind lips bruised from kissing.
it quickly melts into an expression of unbridled ecstasy, laugh trailing into a needy whimper as Crowley's hands continue to work against his ass. crease between his brows and lips turned from a U into an O, eyes lidded, as he presses his hands down on Crowley's chest to roll down against him. it's much better without cotton in the way, underwear having fallen away completely in the turn. the way Crowley says his name has him shivering, aching, wanting—so much. too much.
god, he wants him to say it again. )
Nnh... y—yeah... ( that cracks out, rough and broken from a throat raw from kissing, ) ...wanna taste you.
( it's better than a grunt and point, which Aoba probably would have even responded to. licking his lips, he bows his head and begins trailing his mouth down the other man's stomach, biting and licking, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he heads south, easing back into his knees and ignoring the ache between his thighs in favor of seeking out Crowley's.
which means Crowley can't continue to knead his ass, but that's for the best—Aoba might come too fast at this rate. once he finds Crowley's cock he grips one thigh with his hand, the base with his other so he can lick the head with the flat of his tongue, long blue strands falling around his face and making a curtain, ends tickling against the vampire's hips and legs like little kisses of their own.
the flavor almost has him salivating; Aoba works the long lick into another kiss before parting his lips wider, taking the tip in and swirling his tongue around it. then, turning his head and licking along the side of his length, pumping his hand as he works between taking him in and licking. glancing up with curious eyes, he tries to gauge reactions and figure out what Crowley responds better to before opting to take him in deeper, sucking, rubbing against the roof and walls of his mouth. )
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noisy and noisier this time, now that they're alone in a private room, Aoba doesn't try to muffle his voice as much as he had the times before. letting himself melt more fully into Crowley, wanting to give as much as he can, wanting to take as much in return. and oh—when Crowley moves back against him he gasps loudly, trembles, squirms when he feels boxers being tugged down his thighs to help them over his knees so they won't tangle. they end up caught up around his ankles. he doesn't care about that either. too busy rutting, grinding, grip tightening and free hand clawing at the man's back in heated desperation.
then there's a hah of surprise when they're flipped, belly doing delighted summersaults at the switch in position. yeah, having Crowley on him most definitely feels good, but this ♥ view ♥. he can get used to seeing a nude Crowley sprawled out across pillows and mattress. so it's a laugh Aoba gives—genuine, bright, excited, teeth flashing from behind lips bruised from kissing.
it quickly melts into an expression of unbridled ecstasy, laugh trailing into a needy whimper as Crowley's hands continue to work against his ass. crease between his brows and lips turned from a U into an O, eyes lidded, as he presses his hands down on Crowley's chest to roll down against him. it's much better without cotton in the way, underwear having fallen away completely in the turn. the way Crowley says his name has him shivering, aching, wanting—so much. too much.
god, he wants him to say it again. )
Nnh... y—yeah... ( that cracks out, rough and broken from a throat raw from kissing, ) ...wanna taste you.
( it's better than a grunt and point, which Aoba probably would have even responded to. licking his lips, he bows his head and begins trailing his mouth down the other man's stomach, biting and licking, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he heads south, easing back into his knees and ignoring the ache between his thighs in favor of seeking out Crowley's.
which means Crowley can't continue to knead his ass, but that's for the best—Aoba might come too fast at this rate. once he finds Crowley's cock he grips one thigh with his hand, the base with his other so he can lick the head with the flat of his tongue, long blue strands falling around his face and making a curtain, ends tickling against the vampire's hips and legs like little kisses of their own.
the flavor almost has him salivating; Aoba works the long lick into another kiss before parting his lips wider, taking the tip in and swirling his tongue around it. then, turning his head and licking along the side of his length, pumping his hand as he works between taking him in and licking. glancing up with curious eyes, he tries to gauge reactions and figure out what Crowley responds better to before opting to take him in deeper, sucking, rubbing against the roof and walls of his mouth. )