( there will be no chill, you asked for this!! selfie cuddles, yes, A+ )
A blindfold?
( ahhh... so Crowley really is into sensory deprivation. Aoba's about to point out that they could easily use his shirt or something, then opts not to, because that means being apart of not having 24/7 access to looking at the man naked.
... but... he really doesn't hate it when there's a mouth on his hand with the wet touch of teeth and tongue. sensation stronger when he's not looking as he's rapidly focusing on that one spot, breathing in sharp and shaky at the way arousal coils around his bones. fingers curl into palm and he whimpers, mouth working with no words coming out, attention moving with the ascent up his arm.
Crowley says his name again the way he likes and he groans with impatience, near squirming as he presses his thighs together in an attempt to ease the sharp jolt it sends through his groin. nngnnhh.
nodding his chin up once that mouth has found his collarbone, he swallows, heart jerking like it might just fail at any second. another gasp at the bite, Aoba's leaning up into it, wanting more, so ready to tell Crowley he can make as many marks as he'd like. so involved in the way the prickle of pain mixes with euphoria he... doesn't notice the clink of belt at all. which is why he's caught off guard completely when he feels something cool and stiff tighten around his wrists. )
.... Hah!?
( a comical sound as he stares at his bound wrists, eyes having opened once he realized what was going on. staring crosseyed at the belt, blinking, mouth open in an o of surprise, he glances back up to the vampire with the look of a pooch having been tricked into wearing booties with deceitful belly rubs. the metaphor even extends as he struggles against it for a second, trying to figure out how to wiggle out, without any success.
how... is he supposed to freely grab Crowley's cock with his hands like this..?! or his ass?? or play with his hair...?? he can't. )
Why, how...?
( he's still processing this, hold on. line pressing into his brow as he pouts, lips pressed together as he huffs out a half whine, half pleading sound of: )
Crowley.
( let him ooooutttt. like... it's super hot.... but he likes being handsy!! )
ok maybe not that intense but still
A blindfold?
( ahhh... so Crowley really is into sensory deprivation. Aoba's about to point out that they could easily use his shirt or something, then opts not to, because that means being apart of not having 24/7 access to looking at the man naked.
... but... he really doesn't hate it when there's a mouth on his hand with the wet touch of teeth and tongue. sensation stronger when he's not looking as he's rapidly focusing on that one spot, breathing in sharp and shaky at the way arousal coils around his bones. fingers curl into palm and he whimpers, mouth working with no words coming out, attention moving with the ascent up his arm.
Crowley says his name again the way he likes and he groans with impatience, near squirming as he presses his thighs together in an attempt to ease the sharp jolt it sends through his groin. nngnnhh.
nodding his chin up once that mouth has found his collarbone, he swallows, heart jerking like it might just fail at any second. another gasp at the bite, Aoba's leaning up into it, wanting more, so ready to tell Crowley he can make as many marks as he'd like. so involved in the way the prickle of pain mixes with euphoria he... doesn't notice the clink of belt at all. which is why he's caught off guard completely when he feels something cool and stiff tighten around his wrists. )
.... Hah!?
( a comical sound as he stares at his bound wrists, eyes having opened once he realized what was going on. staring crosseyed at the belt, blinking, mouth open in an o of surprise, he glances back up to the vampire with the look of a pooch having been tricked into wearing booties with deceitful belly rubs. the metaphor even extends as he struggles against it for a second, trying to figure out how to wiggle out, without any success.
how... is he supposed to freely grab Crowley's cock with his hands like this..?! or his ass?? or play with his hair...??
Why, how...?
( he's still processing this, hold on. line pressing into his brow as he pouts, lips pressed together as he huffs out a half whine, half pleading sound of: )
Crowley.
( let him ooooutttt. like... it's super hot.... but he likes being handsy!! )