[ LOVE'S A BIG WORD... anyway no one listened to any oath of chastity including Crowley so Aoba can seduce all he likes.
The way Aoba moves is cute. A bit sloppy, but that's to be expected when being teased and promised for more and just a breathes away from receiving that. It's not like he lacks in any technique and is some hormonal teen whose finally found relief, the human is experienced and moves into his hand with a desperation that's gone unpracticed until today.
Crowley wonders for a moment if no one has bothered to unravel Aoba to this extent, but it's brief and interrupted by the feeling of blunt teeth and sharp canines at his throat. Once more, as ironic as it feels, Crowley feels a shiver of humilating delight and he almost wishes that Aoba was a vampire aiming to draw some blood from him--but he's not, and he needs to be careful not to cause any breakage of skin.
He doesn't want to accidentally turn him.
To Aoba's delight he may see that there's a hint of red and marks against Crowley's neck, but they're brief and will fade within second. So unless he's paying attention they'll disappear before he has a chance to drink in the fact that he managed to leave something, even if temporary... but that's not the type of marking Crowley was speaking of earlier. ]
Raw? [ He chuckles softly, drawing fingers back so that he can grope his ass. ] I'm starting to think that you're a masochist. [ Because they're not in the thirteenth century where lube wasn't invented and both parties had to get creative with what to use. Perhaps there's something here in the room that they could make work, maybe the staff had stored somewhere, but considering Aoba can't wait he'll just have to suffer with the typical bl protag getting done dry scenario.
But hey apparently he's used to that.
So Crowley maneuvers their position, shifting to his knees before turning and settling the smaller man against crimson. Gentle with his touch, a complete contrast to what he's being begged to do, already eased well between Aoba's legs and humming lightly as lips come to kiss his face. Starting at his cheeks, then the tip of his nose, Crowley is purposely toying with the little patience he has left. Dick hard and desiring warmth, needing relief. ]
Oh yeah, I forgot one more thing. [ It's said with a charming smile, hand briefly skimming against the man's stomach before he's gone far enough to grasp his own cock. Dripping lightly with pre, flush and hot against his own hand, excitement bubbles in his stomach as he leans closer and uses his other free hand to pull at Aoba's hips; panting quietly as he lines himself up. ] You're not allowed to come unless I say so.
[ And mercilessly he gives Aoba no time to protest, seeing stars and closing his eyes shut as he shoves himself inside and--damn, even if they did it once it was such a different wear to what he's used to. He does take time to savor the feeling, however, hand moving aside once he's down to the hilt and finds itself curling into the sheets. ]
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The way Aoba moves is cute. A bit sloppy, but that's to be expected when being teased and promised for more and just a breathes away from receiving that. It's not like he lacks in any technique and is some hormonal teen whose finally found relief, the human is experienced and moves into his hand with a desperation that's gone unpracticed until today.
Crowley wonders for a moment if no one has bothered to unravel Aoba to this extent, but it's brief and interrupted by the feeling of blunt teeth and sharp canines at his throat. Once more, as ironic as it feels, Crowley feels a shiver of humilating delight and he almost wishes that Aoba was a vampire aiming to draw some blood from him--but he's not, and he needs to be careful not to cause any breakage of skin.
He doesn't want to accidentally turn him.
To Aoba's delight he may see that there's a hint of red and marks against Crowley's neck, but they're brief and will fade within second. So unless he's paying attention they'll disappear before he has a chance to drink in the fact that he managed to leave something, even if temporary... but that's not the type of marking Crowley was speaking of earlier. ]
Raw? [ He chuckles softly, drawing fingers back so that he can grope his ass. ] I'm starting to think that you're a masochist. [ Because they're not in the thirteenth century where lube wasn't invented and both parties had to get creative with what to use. Perhaps there's something here in the room that they could make work, maybe the staff had stored somewhere, but considering Aoba can't wait he'll just have to suffer with the typical bl protag getting done dry scenario.
But hey apparently he's used to that.
So Crowley maneuvers their position, shifting to his knees before turning and settling the smaller man against crimson. Gentle with his touch, a complete contrast to what he's being begged to do, already eased well between Aoba's legs and humming lightly as lips come to kiss his face. Starting at his cheeks, then the tip of his nose, Crowley is purposely toying with the little patience he has left. Dick hard and desiring warmth, needing relief. ]
Oh yeah, I forgot one more thing. [ It's said with a charming smile, hand briefly skimming against the man's stomach before he's gone far enough to grasp his own cock. Dripping lightly with pre, flush and hot against his own hand, excitement bubbles in his stomach as he leans closer and uses his other free hand to pull at Aoba's hips; panting quietly as he lines himself up. ] You're not allowed to come unless I say so.
[ And mercilessly he gives Aoba no time to protest, seeing stars and closing his eyes shut as he shoves himself inside and--damn, even if they did it once it was such a different wear to what he's used to. He does take time to savor the feeling, however, hand moving aside once he's down to the hilt and finds itself curling into the sheets. ]
Fuck, Aoba.