( look, he loves kinky shitty vampire Crowley even if he's grossly reattaching limbs... but if given the chance to seduce an oathsworn man of faith he ain't gonna say no.
desperate is beginning to feel like an understatement. the slow draw of Crowley's hand is devastating, making him twitch and gasp, trying to jerk his hips to get a hit of something more satisfying. the rough groan strangling deep in his throat is one of frustration, aching, wanting, needing. like the breath that expands his lungs, the very blood that's pumping hard through his veins. )
Liar. ( an accusation that has zero heat. it's near a sob, a wrecked groan when he feels a wet finger teasing at him. shit. ) You, but...
( you can hear me, his defense, only it never makes it to actual words. he'd been teasing a bite earlier but now he does it, hard, driven by frustration so furious that has nowhere else to go. digging his teeth in and pulling hard on Crowley's hair, messing up the braid that had been so lovingly made up. he can't. he can't... wait... like this.
tugging his hands back so that the belt cuts tight across his wrists, cutting flesh and rubbing red as he twists them, yanking on hair he's now twisted his fingers into. )
Crowley... Crowley...!
( Aoba's pulled his head back now so he can look the other man in the face, lips bruised and eyes burning bright again, intense, like a coin struck by sunlight: )
Fuck me, I want—I want your cock. ( pleading, earnestly begging, voice breaking with sweet allure: ) I... I need you, please. Please... want you to fuck me hard, into this mattress, right now. Don't wanna wait anymore. Can't wait, I can't... can't wait. Give me—need... need you in me, fuck me till I can't think. Please.
( breathing hard, chest feeling like it's about to crack open, )
Please...
( his voice catches then, trailing into a needy whimper instead. swallowing, eyes pleading as he refuses to break eyecontact.
welp. guess he flung his shame out the window. he might just follow after it. )
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desperate is beginning to feel like an understatement. the slow draw of Crowley's hand is devastating, making him twitch and gasp, trying to jerk his hips to get a hit of something more satisfying. the rough groan strangling deep in his throat is one of frustration, aching, wanting, needing. like the breath that expands his lungs, the very blood that's pumping hard through his veins. )
Liar. ( an accusation that has zero heat. it's near a sob, a wrecked groan when he feels a wet finger teasing at him. shit. ) You, but...
( you can hear me, his defense, only it never makes it to actual words. he'd been teasing a bite earlier but now he does it, hard, driven by frustration so furious that has nowhere else to go. digging his teeth in and pulling hard on Crowley's hair, messing up the braid that had been so lovingly made up. he can't. he can't... wait... like this.
tugging his hands back so that the belt cuts tight across his wrists, cutting flesh and rubbing red as he twists them, yanking on hair he's now twisted his fingers into. )
Crowley... Crowley...!
( Aoba's pulled his head back now so he can look the other man in the face, lips bruised and eyes burning bright again, intense, like a coin struck by sunlight: )
Fuck me, I want—I want your cock. ( pleading, earnestly begging, voice breaking with sweet allure: ) I... I need you, please. Please... want you to fuck me hard, into this mattress, right now. Don't wanna wait anymore. Can't wait, I can't... can't wait. Give me—need... need you in me, fuck me till I can't think. Please.
( breathing hard, chest feeling like it's about to crack open, )
Please...
( his voice catches then, trailing into a needy whimper instead. swallowing, eyes pleading as he refuses to break eyecontact.
welp. guess he flung his shame out the window. he might just follow after it. )