[ Crowley is going to wish he died eight hundred years ago so he would have never had the chance to meet Aoba. A human whose hair is too sensitive, who laughs sweetly to the painful burn of bruised lips and aching hips, who doesn't flinch after getting bitten by someone society labels as a monster--and who Crowley openly admits himself. He's not human, he shouldn't be associating with humans, and yet he's here and being pulled into Aoba's orbit like all the other hot guys in the local area. How convenient. ]
What you want, hm... [ He hears him crisp and clear, like he always had. ] Perhaps I'll have you whisper in my ear all the things you want.
[ But watch Aoba's smartass tell him how he wants to eat something. Or that he wants a better paycheck. Honestly he's predicting everything beforehand so he doesn't have to make that teasing remark into a reality.
And from that he focuses on the man before him. The arch of Aoba's back, the way he moves so fluidly, how it's so obvious that he appreciates the fact that he'll be unseen in such a position... Crowley bites into his tongue and vaguely tastes hints of his own blood as he restrains himself. Holy shit. Perhaps if he was more malicious than he was then he'd simply grab the man by his hips and push inside of him without spanking or removing the belt, but that pang of pain stirs him in the right direction. ]
I'll take it off once you've had all five.
[ It's only fair? What if he gets three in and decides that he can't take anymore? It'd be unfair.
Placing hands on toned thighs he leans down, gripping onto his confidence as he assumes a position most vampires wouldn't be seen dead in. But in Crowley's opinion their unwillingness to adventure out is what makes a majority of them so boring, and why he sticks to the side of someone who killed all his friends. Obviously he's no saint in making good decisions but it must not be too bad if he somehow landed here if you just... ignore the first sentence of this response. ] And if you can't take all five then it stays on. [ Moving down, slowly, his presence is known as breath hits the smooth skin of Aoba's rear before he's pressing a kiss where he had struck earlier. Rising back up almost immediately a hand travels up to massage the other cheek that had gone untouched. ]
Count for me, Aoba. This'll be the first.
[ ... Fucking asshole.
And then, without warning, he brings his hand down for a strong smack to his ass. ]
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What you want, hm... [ He hears him crisp and clear, like he always had. ] Perhaps I'll have you whisper in my ear all the things you want.
[ But watch Aoba's smartass tell him how he wants to eat something. Or that he wants a better paycheck. Honestly he's predicting everything beforehand so he doesn't have to make that teasing remark into a reality.
And from that he focuses on the man before him. The arch of Aoba's back, the way he moves so fluidly, how it's so obvious that he appreciates the fact that he'll be unseen in such a position... Crowley bites into his tongue and vaguely tastes hints of his own blood as he restrains himself. Holy shit. Perhaps if he was more malicious than he was then he'd simply grab the man by his hips and push inside of him without spanking or removing the belt, but that pang of pain stirs him in the right direction. ]
I'll take it off once you've had all five.
[ It's only fair? What if he gets three in and decides that he can't take anymore? It'd be unfair.
Placing hands on toned thighs he leans down, gripping onto his confidence as he assumes a position most vampires wouldn't be seen dead in. But in Crowley's opinion their unwillingness to adventure out is what makes a majority of them so boring, and why he sticks to the side of someone who killed all his friends. Obviously he's no saint in making good decisions but it must not be too bad if he somehow landed here if you just... ignore the first sentence of this response. ] And if you can't take all five then it stays on. [ Moving down, slowly, his presence is known as breath hits the smooth skin of Aoba's rear before he's pressing a kiss where he had struck earlier. Rising back up almost immediately a hand travels up to massage the other cheek that had gone untouched. ]
Count for me, Aoba. This'll be the first.
[ ... Fucking asshole.
And then, without warning, he brings his hand down for a strong smack to his ass. ]