[ Once you've seen your own face for over eight hundred years and knew you were hot back in the day--listen, it's just a vampire thing. ]
Shit. [ He curses between sighs, fingers combing through hair in response to that vibration around his cock. Coaxing him, he feels the need to grip and set Aoba in place and it may appear that he was in the process of doing that when his fingers twitch. Index and middle finger coming together and accidentally pinching hair.
And it doesn't help when he feels fingers curl and massage his balls, breath hitching in the back of his throat before he tosses his head back. All too sensitive to both that and how warm Aoba's mouth feels working up his length, lust-filled eyes observing as he draws back and leaves a brief line of saliva.
He scoffs, matching that smile with one of his own. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, breathing slow. ] You're good.
[ Surprise, surprise--Aoba is a man of surprises, his pull unexpected and causing Crowley's eyes to widen before the head of his cock is being embraced with another kiss. Soft lips, warm breath, he feels frustrated within this grasp but in some odd, strangely addicting, sort of way.
Crowley's not wishy-washy, he likes what he likes and dislikes what he dislikes, and at the end of the day he really likes this. This confidence, that mischievous little grin he receives... it brings a desire to take the human in every way possible. ]
Depends if you'll be able to get me there.
[ To that edge. It's not impossible considering its been done before but they didn't stop to chat mid-thrust the last time Crowley had his cock out.
But he sits up, hands digging into the mattress as he settles. ] Hey, take off your shirt and close your eyes for a second.
i thought they already reached max levels of gay
Shit. [ He curses between sighs, fingers combing through hair in response to that vibration around his cock. Coaxing him, he feels the need to grip and set Aoba in place and it may appear that he was in the process of doing that when his fingers twitch. Index and middle finger coming together and accidentally pinching hair.
And it doesn't help when he feels fingers curl and massage his balls, breath hitching in the back of his throat before he tosses his head back. All too sensitive to both that and how warm Aoba's mouth feels working up his length, lust-filled eyes observing as he draws back and leaves a brief line of saliva.
He scoffs, matching that smile with one of his own. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, breathing slow. ] You're good.
[ Surprise, surprise--Aoba is a man of surprises, his pull unexpected and causing Crowley's eyes to widen before the head of his cock is being embraced with another kiss. Soft lips, warm breath, he feels frustrated within this grasp but in some odd, strangely addicting, sort of way.
Crowley's not wishy-washy, he likes what he likes and dislikes what he dislikes, and at the end of the day he really likes this. This confidence, that mischievous little grin he receives... it brings a desire to take the human in every way possible. ]
Depends if you'll be able to get me there.
[ To that edge. It's not impossible considering its been done before but they didn't stop to chat mid-thrust the last time Crowley had his cock out.
But he sits up, hands digging into the mattress as he settles. ] Hey, take off your shirt and close your eyes for a second.