( the combination of Crowley's palm pressed over his heart while wearing that expression is... deadly. completely deadly. something twists in Aoba's gut, a stronger urge of desire that he can't quite explain, euphoric and confusing in its own way. good but... it gives him weird urges: crawling into the man's lap wrap arms tight around his waist so he can just ... rest his cheek against that broad chest with no other purpose than to simply be close.
eurgh. it's not an impulse he wants to dissect right now, in the middle of no-strings-attached sex. especially not when he's about to be spanked. but that's a look Aoba won't soon forget, likely to think back on it later because of how—stirring it is. at least the vampire's having fun. he's cute when his eyes light up like that, even if it's at Aoba's personal incredible embarrassment. yet, even with that... he likes it too. more than he'd ever really admit.
the kisses to his hair send a warmth through him as always, a soft sigh of pleasure at the tendrils of delight paired with the vague pinch, but it's very soft, barely a thing compared to how nice it feels. for the record—all comments are deemed as teasing, even if there's a part of him that really likes what's being said. but that warmth is nothing compared to what he feels when Crowley laughs like that. such mirth in that laugh that it's like spraying a can of aerosol into a trendy bath candle. oh. Aoba's cheeks stain red again but it's not from embarrassment this time. no, it's a deep rooted pleasure at the sound of Crowley's voice reaching a new height, making him squirm against the bed again. he's watching as the vampire swipes his bangs aside and looks at him, breath caught up in his throat, and not even a little because he's dreading a spanking. )
It's just what I want. ( is his murmured response, glancing away and needing a second to get his heart together again. it's not so hard when Crowley tells him to go face down and ass up. ) Tha... ... ... okay.
( he's made his choice. shifting and way, way too aware that he's being watched, Aoba positions himself on his knees and bows his head, damn sure to plant it right into the covers because he can't handle Crowley seeing whatever stupid face he's going to make at this. rear up and tips of his ears burning, he pauses, fingers digging into the blanket when he realizes that the belt hasn't come off yet. )
Wait, what about—? ( he nods his face up with the realization, though he doesn't change his position otherwise, ) The belt...?
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eurgh. it's not an impulse he wants to dissect right now, in the middle of no-strings-attached sex. especially not when he's about to be spanked. but that's a look Aoba won't soon forget, likely to think back on it later because of how—stirring it is. at least the vampire's having fun. he's cute when his eyes light up like that, even if it's at Aoba's personal incredible embarrassment. yet, even with that... he likes it too. more than he'd ever really admit.
the kisses to his hair send a warmth through him as always, a soft sigh of pleasure at the tendrils of delight paired with the vague pinch, but it's very soft, barely a thing compared to how nice it feels. for the record—all comments are deemed as teasing, even if there's a part of him that really likes what's being said. but that warmth is nothing compared to what he feels when Crowley laughs like that. such mirth in that laugh that it's like spraying a can of aerosol into a trendy bath candle. oh. Aoba's cheeks stain red again but it's not from embarrassment this time. no, it's a deep rooted pleasure at the sound of Crowley's voice reaching a new height, making him squirm against the bed again. he's watching as the vampire swipes his bangs aside and looks at him, breath caught up in his throat, and not even a little because he's dreading a spanking. )
It's just what I want. ( is his murmured response, glancing away and needing a second to get his heart together again. it's not so hard when Crowley tells him to go face down and ass up. ) Tha... ... ... okay.
( he's made his choice. shifting and way, way too aware that he's being watched, Aoba positions himself on his knees and bows his head, damn sure to plant it right into the covers because he can't handle Crowley seeing whatever stupid face he's going to make at this. rear up and tips of his ears burning, he pauses, fingers digging into the blanket when he realizes that the belt hasn't come off yet. )
Wait, what about—? ( he nods his face up with the realization, though he doesn't change his position otherwise, ) The belt...?
( he's... gonna take it off now, right?! )