( Aoba would have a concern if he knew Crowley just reattached his own severed arm like what the fuck, why do the hot ones always have such weird shit going on??
but his current concerns are less macabre. it's hard to keep scowling when he's being encouraged like that; obliging, he rolls his hips, rutting, using his belted hands as a means of support against the back of Crowley's neck. a strangled noise hits the back of his teeth and he tugs again at Crowley's braid anyway, apparently not minding much if he's drunk dry for messing with it. it's hard to care about self-preservation when he wants a vampire to fuck him into the mattress right now.
and... maybe he'd fibbed, saying he only likes Crowley a little, but he doesn't correct himself on that. just meets the man's gaze with his own, heated and intense, filled with wants and demands and desires and...
... and... what?!
there's another choking noise from Aoba as his expression melts into something more embarrassed again, )
Wh... ( beg?! that's... god, that's... evil. unfair. those are both things he really wants, damn it, and Crowley's going to make him beg for them?! ) —hnnnh.
( a groan, harsh, strangled noise of distress and need as he presses himself up against the vampire's chest, hooking his chin against the sweep of muscle between shoulder and neck. grinding harder, trying to find some relief but everything falls short of the thought of Crowley's cock pounding into him.
plus. is there really a way to mark him? is that a joke? and what was that about Aoba possibly wanting a blindfold?! Crowley... really likes to tease, doesn't he? )
I wanna know.
( stating the obvious, huffing it out, frustrated. wanting. ugh. yet he struggles with the concept of begging all the same, turning his head to work his mouth against the vampire's neck. won't he cave? won't he do it anyway?
.... he's not going to cave, is he?
Aoba swallows, keeping his head turned to avoid having his face in view as his low plea ekes out, a hair above a whisper, if that: )
.... .. please... I need you... want you now... so, please... please, fuck me...
..........i'm kinkshaming him again
but his current concerns are less macabre. it's hard to keep scowling when he's being encouraged like that; obliging, he rolls his hips, rutting, using his belted hands as a means of support against the back of Crowley's neck. a strangled noise hits the back of his teeth and he tugs again at Crowley's braid anyway, apparently not minding much if he's drunk dry for messing with it. it's hard to care about self-preservation when he wants a vampire to fuck him into the mattress right now.
and... maybe he'd fibbed, saying he only likes Crowley a little, but he doesn't correct himself on that. just meets the man's gaze with his own, heated and intense, filled with wants and demands and desires and...
... and... what?!
there's another choking noise from Aoba as his expression melts into something more embarrassed again, )
Wh... ( beg?! that's... god, that's... evil. unfair. those are both things he really wants, damn it, and Crowley's going to make him beg for them?! ) —hnnnh.
( a groan, harsh, strangled noise of distress and need as he presses himself up against the vampire's chest, hooking his chin against the sweep of muscle between shoulder and neck. grinding harder, trying to find some relief but everything falls short of the thought of Crowley's cock pounding into him.
plus. is there really a way to mark him? is that a joke? and what was that about Aoba possibly wanting a blindfold?! Crowley... really likes to tease, doesn't he? )
I wanna know.
( stating the obvious, huffing it out, frustrated. wanting. ugh. yet he struggles with the concept of begging all the same, turning his head to work his mouth against the vampire's neck. won't he cave? won't he do it anyway?
.... he's not going to cave, is he?
Aoba swallows, keeping his head turned to avoid having his face in view as his low plea ekes out, a hair above a whisper, if that: )
.... .. please... I need you... want you now... so, please... please, fuck me...
( he's dying inside. why is Crowley like this?! )