( god!! he'd take a picture to stare at instead but he's not even sure if the guy will show up in photographs or not?! he'd buy a whole calendar of Crowley pinups and support the Vampire Underground if that were even a thing.
the answer makes the corners of his mouth quirk up a bit more, a rush of warmth not from arousal but from the pleasure of a compliment. that he'd done a good job. even if he isn't going hard to try to make Crowley come right now—now, there's a little room for flirting, teasing, dragging it out and delighting in everything rather than falling into a quickie.
not that quickies aren't good. the last two times have definitely been good. yet there's something satisfying about sucking Crowley's cock until it's fully hard and then teasing, leaving kisses or licks, jerking his hand to get a nice sound or two. or more than two. now that he's heard him better than the last times, he'd like to hear more. )
I'll get you there.
( that's said with confidence, too, as he leans his palms down on Crowley's thighs squeezes them, golden green eyes burning bright as he leans foward to be closer to the other man's face. a little cocky, a little coquettish, offering a huff of a laugh after those words that's light, breathless.
but then he says that and Aoba blinks, a little surprised—take of his shirt and... close his eyes? is Crowley going to dare him to get him to come with his eyes closed or something? ah... is Crowley secretly shy? that's kind of cute. like Aoba doesn't equally dislike showing his own sex faces or anything. )
... Mm, okay.
( well, it's fine. the shirt's clinging to him anyway and it'll feel better with skin on skin contact. so Aoba leans back and takes his time stripping, crossing his arms and catching his shirt by the hem, revealing toned stomach and chest first before peeling it away from his head and arms.
tossing that behind him like a college student after a doubleshift, he stretches his arms over his head and looks at Crowley again, still wondering about the request but obliging anyway.
closing his eyes, he pats one hand down on Crowley's leg, merely for the reassurance of his presence even though he knows the man is there. )
never underestimate a bl protag
the answer makes the corners of his mouth quirk up a bit more, a rush of warmth not from arousal but from the pleasure of a compliment. that he'd done a good job. even if he isn't going hard to try to make Crowley come right now—now, there's a little room for flirting, teasing, dragging it out and delighting in everything rather than falling into a quickie.
not that quickies aren't good. the last two times have definitely been good. yet there's something satisfying about sucking Crowley's cock until it's fully hard and then teasing, leaving kisses or licks, jerking his hand to get a nice sound or two. or more than two. now that he's heard him better than the last times, he'd like to hear more. )
I'll get you there.
( that's said with confidence, too, as he leans his palms down on Crowley's thighs squeezes them, golden green eyes burning bright as he leans foward to be closer to the other man's face. a little cocky, a little coquettish, offering a huff of a laugh after those words that's light, breathless.
but then he says that and Aoba blinks, a little surprised—take of his shirt and... close his eyes? is Crowley going to dare him to get him to come with his eyes closed or something? ah... is Crowley secretly shy? that's kind of cute. like Aoba doesn't equally dislike showing his own sex faces or anything. )
... Mm, okay.
( well, it's fine. the shirt's clinging to him anyway and it'll feel better with skin on skin contact. so Aoba leans back and takes his time stripping, crossing his arms and catching his shirt by the hem, revealing toned stomach and chest first before peeling it away from his head and arms.
tossing that behind him like a college student after a doubleshift, he stretches his arms over his head and looks at Crowley again, still wondering about the request but obliging anyway.
closing his eyes, he pats one hand down on Crowley's leg, merely for the reassurance of his presence even though he knows the man is there. )
This fine...?