[ The laughter he receives is brief and yet does something unfamiliar in his chest. Obviously no beating heart or flips, it's not anything close to the fire of sexual desire his body has been building since they walked in, he doesn't know how to describe it and opts out of putting any more thought into it than he already has. It's unnecessary; he's just here for the sex.
It helps when he remembers how many people have kissed their way down his chest, to his stomach, following the same motion and ending in the same position of Aoba--at least that's what he forces himself to believe.
This is new, exciting, electrifying, blessed heat meeting his length in exchange of the Aobooty. The lips to the upper half of his body ebbed that wave of heat between his legs and within seconds he's back to experiencing it again, completely unguarded despite knowing all to well what was next.
Crowley moves to rest on his elbows, relaxed and watching with narrowed eyes while quietly maintaining any small, heated sighs escape his throat. Pleasure spreads across his thighs and it's easy to ease them just slightly wider, as it's a decision made on a whim (like most of what Crowley does).
He reaches out once more, hand resting on Aoba's head. Observation from earlier reminds him of what a mess the other man was just from combing through his hair, and while he's certain it can't be possible for him to become anymore flushed he does wonder what would happen if he did it again. He inclines his head to the side, fingers dipping into hair and nails meeting scalp, gently teasing. ]
Mm--... hnnh! [ A lush groan rattles out of his throat, sucking in a breath in response to the work on his cock. Slender fingers and a warm mouth, his cock twitches and he closes his eyes briefly as an all too evident red begins at the back of his neck and builds to his cheeks. It's an expression he doesn't want anyone seeing but he doesn't dare to break away from any sort of eye-contact.
And before you ask: no, he still doesn't understand why Aoba couldn't keep himself from looking. ]
the fucking hearts
It helps when he remembers how many people have kissed their way down his chest, to his stomach, following the same motion and ending in the same position of Aoba--at least that's what he forces himself to believe.
This is new, exciting, electrifying, blessed heat meeting his length in exchange of the Aobooty. The lips to the upper half of his body ebbed that wave of heat between his legs and within seconds he's back to experiencing it again, completely unguarded despite knowing all to well what was next.
Crowley moves to rest on his elbows, relaxed and watching with narrowed eyes while quietly maintaining any small, heated sighs escape his throat. Pleasure spreads across his thighs and it's easy to ease them just slightly wider, as it's a decision made on a whim (like most of what Crowley does).
He reaches out once more, hand resting on Aoba's head. Observation from earlier reminds him of what a mess the other man was just from combing through his hair, and while he's certain it can't be possible for him to become anymore flushed he does wonder what would happen if he did it again. He inclines his head to the side, fingers dipping into hair and nails meeting scalp, gently teasing. ]
Mm--... hnnh! [ A lush groan rattles out of his throat, sucking in a breath in response to the work on his cock. Slender fingers and a warm mouth, his cock twitches and he closes his eyes briefly as an all too evident red begins at the back of his neck and builds to his cheeks. It's an expression he doesn't want anyone seeing but he doesn't dare to break away from any sort of eye-contact.
And before you ask: no, he still doesn't understand why Aoba couldn't keep himself from looking. ]