( so not only is Crowley way too sexy, he doesn't see how people would wanna stare? that's just unfair.
even if Aoba tends to lean more toward receiving rather than giving, with Crowley making those noises, coloring like that, he's starting to lean... in the opposite direction, despite previous promises. but seeing if Crowley's up for getting fucked isn't something he's prepared to act on; there are fingers in his hair and the feeling makes him at first shudder, then groan, the vibration heavy in his mouth as he somehow manages to keep working it through the heady sensation of pinch and tingle.
he can't color more, no, but a cold sweat breaks out across his forehead and his skin feels clammy. a bead trickles down the curve of his spine and shirt clings to his body, both nearly driving him crazy. bangs disheveled, uncomfortable with cotton trying to hold fast to his flesh, cock swollen and hard, Aoba's a mess if there ever was one. yet he doesn't care about that, either.
no... what he does care about is how Crowley's parted his legs wider. that's when the hand grabbing thigh slips, turns palm up, moves underneath his erection to knead at skin there, working fingers against the other man's balls as he continues to suck him off. dragging his mouth up, Aoba locks eyes with the vampire again as he draws his head back, a thread of saliva stretching and breaking from between lips and cock. )
Feels good?
( a cheeky question yet an earnest one, something he asks with a little smile as he licks his lips of the salty flavor that's graced them. he's much less concerned about getting off, himself, right now—if Crowley feels good, that makes him feel good.
he takes the pause as a chance to readjust himself, wrapping his arms around Crowley's hips so he can jerk the other man more toward him. he may not have a vampire's strength but he's strong enough to get his point across, kissing the swollen head again. )
that's the gay intensifying
even if Aoba tends to lean more toward receiving rather than giving, with Crowley making those noises, coloring like that, he's starting to lean... in the opposite direction, despite previous promises. but seeing if Crowley's up for getting fucked isn't something he's prepared to act on; there are fingers in his hair and the feeling makes him at first shudder, then groan, the vibration heavy in his mouth as he somehow manages to keep working it through the heady sensation of pinch and tingle.
he can't color more, no, but a cold sweat breaks out across his forehead and his skin feels clammy. a bead trickles down the curve of his spine and shirt clings to his body, both nearly driving him crazy. bangs disheveled, uncomfortable with cotton trying to hold fast to his flesh, cock swollen and hard, Aoba's a mess if there ever was one. yet he doesn't care about that, either.
no... what he does care about is how Crowley's parted his legs wider. that's when the hand grabbing thigh slips, turns palm up, moves underneath his erection to knead at skin there, working fingers against the other man's balls as he continues to suck him off. dragging his mouth up, Aoba locks eyes with the vampire again as he draws his head back, a thread of saliva stretching and breaking from between lips and cock. )
Feels good?
( a cheeky question yet an earnest one, something he asks with a little smile as he licks his lips of the salty flavor that's graced them. he's much less concerned about getting off, himself, right now—if Crowley feels good, that makes him feel good.
he takes the pause as a chance to readjust himself, wrapping his arms around Crowley's hips so he can jerk the other man more toward him. he may not have a vampire's strength but he's strong enough to get his point across, kissing the swollen head again. )
Are you gonna come for me...?
( sorry he's like this )