[ If Crowley was still a man of faith he'd describe each and every breath Aoba released was heaven to his ears. It almost causes him to overlook the sound of a heart beating so rapidly and the faint scent of blood in the air, but when he catches it sweat begins to break and cause shivers to run across his back.
He doesn't feel overwhelmed, but he's captivated enough that he nearly leaves the human unanswered.
But who's to say Aoba will be paying any attention to what Crowley has to say after he starts moving? Fortunately he doesn't have the idea in his head that he's in a race or anything and has to fuck the human beneath him good and hard before something pops up, but he's certainly living up to the man's request. Crowley holds Aoba's hips as he braces himself on the mattress, thrusting in a deep angle and aiming for those bundle of nerves that would leave even him gasping for air. ]
Because I said so.
[ He finally answers in a husky voice, running his tongue along his teeth as fingers dig into flesh. ]
I mean you can, if you want, but then... [ His words trail off and it's something done on purpose. That's information for him to keep for himself in case Aoba does release without any permission, and given recent events he's confident that it's an inevitable certainty.
A bead of sweat on his brow drips onto the chest below him, eyes rapt to a sight that he's becoming familiar with thanks to void memeland. Of Aoba underneath him, searching for cues with each drag and sharp push back inside, because despite being incredibly rude he's at least being considerate enough to make sure this isn't too painful for the other. Crowley can feel a sharp, pleasurable pain burn and ripple through him as he continues to thrust into an all too unprepared ass. ]
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He doesn't feel overwhelmed, but he's captivated enough that he nearly leaves the human unanswered.
But who's to say Aoba will be paying any attention to what Crowley has to say after he starts moving? Fortunately he doesn't have the idea in his head that he's in a race or anything and has to fuck the human beneath him good and hard before something pops up, but he's certainly living up to the man's request. Crowley holds Aoba's hips as he braces himself on the mattress, thrusting in a deep angle and aiming for those bundle of nerves that would leave even him gasping for air. ]
Because I said so.
[ He finally answers in a husky voice, running his tongue along his teeth as fingers dig into flesh. ]
I mean you can, if you want, but then... [ His words trail off and it's something done on purpose. That's information for him to keep for himself in case Aoba does release without any permission, and given recent events he's confident that it's an inevitable certainty.
A bead of sweat on his brow drips onto the chest below him, eyes rapt to a sight that he's becoming familiar with thanks to void memeland. Of Aoba underneath him, searching for cues with each drag and sharp push back inside, because despite being incredibly rude he's at least being considerate enough to make sure this isn't too painful for the other. Crowley can feel a sharp, pleasurable pain burn and ripple through him as he continues to thrust into an all too unprepared ass. ]