[ Aoba please chill out you can take post cuddle selfies with him later. Canon hasn't proven it wrong so fuck it.
Crowley is already beginning to appreciate not having to be on a time crunch. Honestly he could have spent more time on Aoba, especially during their first meeting if he hadn't gone and gave in to temptation and bitten him. But in that moment, between already having a taste and seeing that smile, he couldn't help himself. Blood excites him, it's a source of food and a pleasurable taboo (in human eyes) rolled into one.
That smile does something to him, too. Subtle and yet there, motioning forward instead of back when Aoba comes closer and dipping his head down to press a chaste kiss against his lips. Cockiness and flirtation are answered without hesitation and with his own bit of seduction as he purposely drags a tongue across his top lip once their mouths part.
And he waits for that shirt to be abandoned somewhere with the rest of their clothes, even if his hands twitch slightly with the desire to grab, bruise, and mark clear skin. Now that Aoba is completely undressed he can appreciate all of him--see all of him, a trick of the mind that keeps Crowley staring even after the human closes his eyes.
... For some reason he misses the color of his eyes already. Gross. ] I wish we had a blindfold. [ He can feel whatever this is trying to overstimulate the rest of him and he forces it back down to wherever it came from, pushing it into the darkness of his mind and making it easier to erase. Even if it just temporarily.
More importantly Crowley is so hard that it's almost aching; leave him with Aoba's mouth for a few more minutes and he really will come. ]
Yeah. [ It's whispered. Hand reaching to grab the one that settles on his leg, bringing it up and mimicking an action Aoba had performed earlier. Teeth against knuckles, lips against skin, he skims and peppers with light kisses that lead up the man's wrist, arm, and soon ending at his shoulder. ] Just a little longer. Keep 'em closed, Aoba. [ And his name is said in a breathless euphoria. It rolls off of his tongue so effortlessly, in a pitch and tone that he originally never intended to leave his throat. However he doesn't hate it and that's made evident when his mouth moves to bite and suck against a collarbone. ]
Ah... I made a mark.
[ Remember that belt he kept on the bed for conveniences sake? It's being used now. Aoba may hear it clink subtly as Crowley reaches to grab it, bringing both of the human's wrists in front of him before firmly tying leather around them. It's done easily and in a timely fashion, it's pretty evident that he's done this more than just a few times. ]
You can open your eyes now. [ If he hasn't already. ]
what's next some ren level shit
Crowley is already beginning to appreciate not having to be on a time crunch. Honestly he could have spent more time on Aoba, especially during their first meeting if he hadn't gone and gave in to temptation and bitten him. But in that moment, between already having a taste and seeing that smile, he couldn't help himself. Blood excites him, it's a source of food and a pleasurable taboo (in human eyes) rolled into one.
That smile does something to him, too. Subtle and yet there, motioning forward instead of back when Aoba comes closer and dipping his head down to press a chaste kiss against his lips. Cockiness and flirtation are answered without hesitation and with his own bit of seduction as he purposely drags a tongue across his top lip once their mouths part.
And he waits for that shirt to be abandoned somewhere with the rest of their clothes, even if his hands twitch slightly with the desire to grab, bruise, and mark clear skin. Now that Aoba is completely undressed he can appreciate all of him--see all of him, a trick of the mind that keeps Crowley staring even after the human closes his eyes.
... For some reason he misses the color of his eyes already. Gross. ] I wish we had a blindfold. [ He can feel whatever this is trying to overstimulate the rest of him and he forces it back down to wherever it came from, pushing it into the darkness of his mind and making it easier to erase. Even if it just temporarily.
More importantly Crowley is so hard that it's almost aching; leave him with Aoba's mouth for a few more minutes and he really will come. ]
Yeah. [ It's whispered. Hand reaching to grab the one that settles on his leg, bringing it up and mimicking an action Aoba had performed earlier. Teeth against knuckles, lips against skin, he skims and peppers with light kisses that lead up the man's wrist, arm, and soon ending at his shoulder. ] Just a little longer. Keep 'em closed, Aoba. [ And his name is said in a breathless euphoria. It rolls off of his tongue so effortlessly, in a pitch and tone that he originally never intended to leave his throat. However he doesn't hate it and that's made evident when his mouth moves to bite and suck against a collarbone. ]
Ah... I made a mark.
[ Remember that belt he kept on the bed for conveniences sake? It's being used now. Aoba may hear it clink subtly as Crowley reaches to grab it, bringing both of the human's wrists in front of him before firmly tying leather around them. It's done easily and in a timely fashion, it's pretty evident that he's done this more than just a few times. ]
You can open your eyes now. [ If he hasn't already. ]