( post-climax but still reeling, Aoba barely hears Crowley's chiding words. he's a mess of nerves melting together, everything feeling particularly sharp and sensual, from the covers under his back to the man moving against him.
or—the man that was moving against him. Aoba lets out a forlorn groan when Crowley slows and pulls out. the loss of that full, stretched feeling is crushing, and in his opinion punishment enough for losing a battle they both knew he couldn't win. he had wanted Crowley to finish in him, wanted to feel the trickle of come down between his thighs when he got up later.
which is why he grits out a whine: )
Not fair.
( but he doesn't fight back. can't, as pliant and satisfied as he's become in his post-orgasm state, absolute putty in the vampire's hands much as Aoba wants to latch onto him again. which is why he only grunts when flipped, making another wanting noise while shoving his face down into the comforter. the belt still holds his wrists together tight and the chafing makes them hurt, a slow thud, a steady beat. it's a brief moment of outright sulking, because damn it, he doesn't want to be punished, he wants Crowley to keep fucking him. it feels so empty without him inside.
sulking is, however, very hard when there's a mouth on your back. the bite has him choking on a gasp, jerking his stomach down and shoulders up as his head still hangs, strands of hair falling all around. )
Chha...!
( short, pained, yet also delighted. the tongue has him squirming and rubbing his sensitive cock down into the mattress, sparks of stars behind his eyelids.
... it leads into something even worse. an embarrassing, revealing position, and even when he's malleable as warm butter he turns red at that comment. and the whistle. )
Wha...?! ( just what is he doing...!! a question that's quickly answered and makes his brain blitz out. ) Ah! A... ahh...?? Hahh?
( oh god. oh god. the charge that twists through him despite having already come is alarming, way too overwhelming, and his cock almost hurts from the sudden spike of arousal too soon after an orgasm. it's also mixed with embarrassment so intense he feels like he might pass out born from the act itself, the fact that he likes it so much, and shame from knowing that he shouldn't like it. it's a classic punishment. the only thing that would wreck him more is if he'd been tossed over Crowley's knee.
... so he's trying to wiggle away, pushing forward and squirming, rolling, being blatantly disobedient. he's honestly not even thinking, just panting and dragging his fingers into the covers, pulling on them hard enough that it messes up the bed more than their fucking had. )
D-don't... ( a few more shallow breaths, a whimper, ) ... don't wanna be punished...
( like anyone does. except he... does? it's just too much for his delicate flower heart. )
Crowley.
( he huffs the vampire's name out again, frustrated and embarrassed and turned on as he continues to try and wiggle away from another spank. )
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or—the man that was moving against him. Aoba lets out a forlorn groan when Crowley slows and pulls out. the loss of that full, stretched feeling is crushing, and in his opinion punishment enough for losing a battle they both knew he couldn't win. he had wanted Crowley to finish in him, wanted to feel the trickle of come down between his thighs when he got up later.
which is why he grits out a whine: )
Not fair.
( but he doesn't fight back. can't, as pliant and satisfied as he's become in his post-orgasm state, absolute putty in the vampire's hands much as Aoba wants to latch onto him again. which is why he only grunts when flipped, making another wanting noise while shoving his face down into the comforter. the belt still holds his wrists together tight and the chafing makes them hurt, a slow thud, a steady beat. it's a brief moment of outright sulking, because damn it, he doesn't want to be punished, he wants Crowley to keep fucking him. it feels so empty without him inside.
sulking is, however, very hard when there's a mouth on your back. the bite has him choking on a gasp, jerking his stomach down and shoulders up as his head still hangs, strands of hair falling all around. )
Chha...!
( short, pained, yet also delighted. the tongue has him squirming and rubbing his sensitive cock down into the mattress, sparks of stars behind his eyelids.
... it leads into something even worse. an embarrassing, revealing position, and even when he's malleable as warm butter he turns red at that comment. and the whistle. )
Wha...?! ( just what is he doing...!! a question that's quickly answered and makes his brain blitz out. ) Ah! A... ahh...?? Hahh?
( oh god. oh god. the charge that twists through him despite having already come is alarming, way too overwhelming, and his cock almost hurts from the sudden spike of arousal too soon after an orgasm. it's also mixed with embarrassment so intense he feels like he might pass out born from the act itself, the fact that he likes it so much, and shame from knowing that he shouldn't like it. it's a classic punishment. the only thing that would wreck him more is if he'd been tossed over Crowley's knee.
... so he's trying to wiggle away, pushing forward and squirming, rolling, being blatantly disobedient. he's honestly not even thinking, just panting and dragging his fingers into the covers, pulling on them hard enough that it messes up the bed more than their fucking had. )
D-don't... ( a few more shallow breaths, a whimper, ) ... don't wanna be punished...
( like anyone does. except he... does? it's just too much for his delicate flower heart. )
Crowley.
( he huffs the vampire's name out again, frustrated and embarrassed and turned on as he continues to try and wiggle away from another spank. )