( love like you love a really great cheese sandwich...!! b-baka...
and, wow, don't kinkshame him. there's almost certainly something nearby they can use: in the nightstand table drawer that's gone completely ignored, for instance. but Aoba is used to most of his encounters not involving it (stares at DMMD and then stares at the camera like on The Office) and... he... does like the pain. only when it's mixed in with a healthy dose of pleasure, not into getting hit with no gentleness, but he is wildly turned on now.
which is why he can only make a noise at the masochist comment. like... what other guy has let Crowley bite him and raw him all on one go? maybe some, but probably not as eager as Aoba. the lube would probably have been welcome if Crowley didn't tease him so much—it'd be devastating if the vampire pulled away from him even to just go get it. so he'll deal.
... even if Crowley's being gentle at first. his back's pressed into the covers and he squirms, yet meets those kisses with a startled but pleased sigh. even when he's begging to be ruthlessly fucked, he'll always appreciate tender, intimate kisses. but the there's—Oh yeah, I forgot one more thing—and Aoba stiffens, looking up at the vampire and at his charming smile. watching him line up is fucking hot but ribbed with anxiety from what he's going to say... is this where the blindfold comes in?
no.
ah. oh. he gets it now. gets why Crowley said he'd want the blindfold. he wishes it were just a blindfold.
but he can't complain, not when he's being driven into and pain and pleasure flair up together in a bubbling mess. he cries out, hitting his head back into the mattress, hands straining so hard at the belt that the chafing begins to get bloody, scratches from struggles against unrelenting leather.
You're not allowed to come unless I say so.
...
... ... what...
.... ..
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???
his breaths are fast and shallow as his heart hammers dangerously in his chest, lungs not getting enough air and making him dizzy, lightheaded, as he's overcome with a feeling of being full and a sharp ache of pain at his core.
frankly, it's a miracle he doesn't come from the penetration alone. the best answer he can respond with is a series of broken noises as he arches his back, presses his shoulders down into the mattress. getting used to his size is the most difficult thing—he's had Crowley before but only once, so he's still somewhat unfamiliar. the position had been vastly different as well, with Aoba the one in control. this way, it's the opposite. when he's found a breath that decides to stick around he grits out: )
C... Cro... Crowley...
( looking up at the other man from lidded eyes, hot and bothered, hair a mess across his face and shoulders. somehow through all of this he manages to muster up a scowl, tiny lines in his chin and between his eyebrows, )
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and, wow, don't kinkshame him. there's almost certainly something nearby they can use: in the nightstand table drawer that's gone completely ignored, for instance. but Aoba is used to most of his encounters not involving it (stares at DMMD and then stares at the camera like on The Office) and... he... does like the pain. only when it's mixed in with a healthy dose of pleasure, not into getting hit with no gentleness, but he is wildly turned on now.
which is why he can only make a noise at the masochist comment. like... what other guy has let Crowley bite him and raw him all on one go? maybe some, but probably not as eager as Aoba. the lube would probably have been welcome if Crowley didn't tease him so much—it'd be devastating if the vampire pulled away from him even to just go get it. so he'll deal.
... even if Crowley's being gentle at first. his back's pressed into the covers and he squirms, yet meets those kisses with a startled but pleased sigh. even when he's begging to be ruthlessly fucked, he'll always appreciate tender, intimate kisses. but the there's—Oh yeah, I forgot one more thing—and Aoba stiffens, looking up at the vampire and at his charming smile. watching him line up is fucking hot but ribbed with anxiety from what he's going to say... is this where the blindfold comes in?
no.
ah. oh. he gets it now. gets why Crowley said he'd want the blindfold. he wishes it were just a blindfold.
but he can't complain, not when he's being driven into and pain and pleasure flair up together in a bubbling mess. he cries out, hitting his head back into the mattress, hands straining so hard at the belt that the chafing begins to get bloody, scratches from struggles against unrelenting leather.
You're not allowed to come unless I say so.
...
... ... what...
.... ..
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???
his breaths are fast and shallow as his heart hammers dangerously in his chest, lungs not getting enough air and making him dizzy, lightheaded, as he's overcome with a feeling of being full and a sharp ache of pain at his core.
frankly, it's a miracle he doesn't come from the penetration alone. the best answer he can respond with is a series of broken noises as he arches his back, presses his shoulders down into the mattress. getting used to his size is the most difficult thing—he's had Crowley before but only once, so he's still somewhat unfamiliar. the position had been vastly different as well, with Aoba the one in control. this way, it's the opposite. when he's found a breath that decides to stick around he grits out: )
C... Cro... Crowley...
( looking up at the other man from lidded eyes, hot and bothered, hair a mess across his face and shoulders. somehow through all of this he manages to muster up a scowl, tiny lines in his chin and between his eyebrows, )
Why... why can't I come...?
( why you gotta be so rude )