( boo. give him the chance for a little sass, won't you? he'd be happy to tell stories of clearance shoppers and how he wants them to just not.
but Crowley isn't going to let him whisper those sweet nothings into his ear—maybe, at least, not right now. that's a thought that doesn't completely escape him either. something like... hm, maybe, he'll be able to give Crowley a little taste of his own medicine..? teasing. not malicious, of course, but he'd like to hear something like those earlier noises again when he'd been giving head and thinking how cute the man looked, enough that Aoba wanted to fuck him. so much for flipping the script; Crowley flipped it right back, and ugh, it's hot.
of course, he has no idea that he's teasing with just his body language. he's dwelling on having to get spanked five times while wearing the belt. seriously...?! it's not the worst thing but frustrates him anyway as he twists his wrists, tugging on the bedding again. it's okay. he can do this. five. five. five. it's not that bad.
he can— ) ... haa. ( the soft touch of lips against his ass evokes a shudder as he arches his back, a different reaction than pain brings. it's gentle and only gentle against a sensitive place—he had been fucked and spanked. ) Uh...n. ( and then there's a hand massaging at the other side, feeling particularly nice considering that sweet, heady afterglow's still ticking at his skin. )
Co—ah!
( a sharp cry out at the strike, though it's not completely unexpected. Crowley doesn't like to give warnings; Aoba's beginning to learn that much. doesn't stop him from being loud before biting down hard on his lip, muffling the noise as his eyelids flutter and his blood starts to rush south again.
n... no. crap. it's way too soon for that. yet he can't stop the dizzying spin of arousal that burns at his core, the way his muscles tense. no way. is it because Crowley's just that hot, that the things they like match up so well, and that damn face the man made earlier...? but there's no way Aoba can handle coming twice before the vampire comes once. that's just—unfair. all he wanted to do was to get Crowley to come once!! that's all!!! is he also weirdly competitive...? he's weirdly competitive, isn't he. Aoba always picks up the weirdoes. hot, but weirdoes.
the word grits out, weak: )
O... one.
( watch him not count and get punished again, oh my god. he'll go home and Ren will have many concerns about how Aoba just collapses into the bathtub, wearing clothes, while the shower's running. help him, dog one true love. or something.
but Ren's not here to judge with his balls-scraping-the-ground voice. hissing out a breath, Aoba quickly follows up by swallowing hard, having bitten the inside of his mouth enough to bleed and taste blood in his spit. pale skin blossoms bright pink and red from the strike, showing up almost instantly. he can feel the dull throb just as acutely as he still feels it inside from being screwed.
this... is... really less of a punishment than it should be. Aoba's liking it too much. which is obvious with the way he squirms, waiting for the touch of lips against his skin again, chewing his lip and tucking his face down to try to keep from sight.
there's a low, longing whimper that only small small text can properly convey: )
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but Crowley isn't going to let him whisper those sweet nothings into his ear—maybe, at least, not right now. that's a thought that doesn't completely escape him either. something like... hm, maybe, he'll be able to give Crowley a little taste of his own medicine..? teasing. not malicious, of course, but he'd like to hear something like those earlier noises again when he'd been giving head and thinking how cute the man looked, enough that Aoba wanted to fuck him. so much for flipping the script; Crowley flipped it right back, and ugh, it's hot.
of course, he has no idea that he's teasing with just his body language. he's dwelling on having to get spanked five times while wearing the belt. seriously...?! it's not the worst thing but frustrates him anyway as he twists his wrists, tugging on the bedding again. it's okay. he can do this. five. five. five. it's not that bad.
he can— ) ... haa. ( the soft touch of lips against his ass evokes a shudder as he arches his back, a different reaction than pain brings. it's gentle and only gentle against a sensitive place—he had been fucked and spanked. ) Uh...n. ( and then there's a hand massaging at the other side, feeling particularly nice considering that sweet, heady afterglow's still ticking at his skin. )
Co—ah!
( a sharp cry out at the strike, though it's not completely unexpected. Crowley doesn't like to give warnings; Aoba's beginning to learn that much. doesn't stop him from being loud before biting down hard on his lip, muffling the noise as his eyelids flutter and his blood starts to rush south again.
n... no. crap. it's way too soon for that. yet he can't stop the dizzying spin of arousal that burns at his core, the way his muscles tense. no way. is it because Crowley's just that hot, that the things they like match up so well, and that damn face the man made earlier...? but there's no way Aoba can handle coming twice before the vampire comes once. that's just—unfair. all he wanted to do was to get Crowley to come once!! that's all!!! is he also weirdly competitive...? he's weirdly competitive, isn't he. Aoba always picks up the weirdoes. hot, but weirdoes.
the word grits out, weak: )
O... one.
( watch him not count and get punished again, oh my god. he'll go home and Ren will have many concerns about how Aoba just collapses into the bathtub, wearing clothes, while the shower's running. help him, dog one true love. or something.
but Ren's not here to judge with his balls-scraping-the-ground voice. hissing out a breath, Aoba quickly follows up by swallowing hard, having bitten the inside of his mouth enough to bleed and taste blood in his spit. pale skin blossoms bright pink and red from the strike, showing up almost instantly. he can feel the dull throb just as acutely as he still feels it inside from being screwed.
this... is... really less of a punishment than it should be. Aoba's liking it too much. which is obvious with the way he squirms, waiting for the touch of lips against his skin again, chewing his lip and tucking his face down to try to keep from sight.
there's a low, longing whimper that only small small text can properly convey: )
... Crowley.