[ Punctuated with suspicion and curiosity Crowley's eyes fixate on how pathetically the man tries to wiggle out of reach. He smile widens, showing teeth, and had there been a still beating heart in his chest he's certain that it would be racing at this point. That itch in the back of his head, the monster, takes a huge role in as to why he finds something so intoxicating about the scene. ]
If you didn't want to be punished then you should have listened. [ His voice is low, calming, leaning forward to place a hand on crimson sheets and hovering over the human. It's a position he's familiarized himself with when in the face of humans, both in out and of the bedroom, but for one reason or another his first reaction while settling isn't to bite.
No, biting would result in Aoba growing too tired far too quickly and Crowley hasn't even gotten off once. He'll wait patiently, playfully, other hand grabbing the smaller individual by his thigh. It's nothing possessive, light enough that he can pull back, but would he really do that after what Crowley has to say? ]
You want me to fuck you, don't you? In this position, against the wall... you said it yourself that you want it hard enough so that you can't think properly. If you run off like this I can't do that~ [ His knee sinks into the mattress, body coming closer and shifting his hips so that the length of his cock brushes against plush cheeks. He dips forward, bringing his face closer and breathing against strands of hair as he asks: ] How about we make a deal? If you don't want to get spanked then we keep the belt on, but if you want it off... you'll just have to let me do it five times.
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[ Punctuated with suspicion and curiosity Crowley's eyes fixate on how pathetically the man tries to wiggle out of reach. He smile widens, showing teeth, and had there been a still beating heart in his chest he's certain that it would be racing at this point. That itch in the back of his head, the monster, takes a huge role in as to why he finds something so intoxicating about the scene. ]
If you didn't want to be punished then you should have listened. [ His voice is low, calming, leaning forward to place a hand on crimson sheets and hovering over the human. It's a position he's familiarized himself with when in the face of humans, both in out and of the bedroom, but for one reason or another his first reaction while settling isn't to bite.
No, biting would result in Aoba growing too tired far too quickly and Crowley hasn't even gotten off once. He'll wait patiently, playfully, other hand grabbing the smaller individual by his thigh. It's nothing possessive, light enough that he can pull back, but would he really do that after what Crowley has to say? ]
You want me to fuck you, don't you? In this position, against the wall... you said it yourself that you want it hard enough so that you can't think properly. If you run off like this I can't do that~ [ His knee sinks into the mattress, body coming closer and shifting his hips so that the length of his cock brushes against plush cheeks. He dips forward, bringing his face closer and breathing against strands of hair as he asks: ] How about we make a deal? If you don't want to get spanked then we keep the belt on, but if you want it off... you'll just have to let me do it five times.
So, Aoba, which will you choose?