[ If it's weird that Crowley's competitive then it's weirder that Aoba can't stand being the only to reach an orgasm in a hookup. Honestly if the vampire had to leave here, right at this moment, he would...
There's no denying he'd be disappointed. Not even over the fact that he didn't get to come, not when he was close with pre dripping from the head of his cock, still painfully hard as he holds his composure together. But he'd be disappointed that he couldn't do more. Play around a little and see what else the human likes and dislikes; given his track record so far Crowley's confident that he'll just continue to conveniently find each and every switch that has Aoba turn into a shaking, needy mess.
Crowley leans down, rewarding the man with another kiss against his ass. Taking his time, treating the reddened skin tenderly, he catches the sight of something obvious out of the corner of his eye: Aoba's cock hanging between his thighs hot and heavy, a complete contrast to pale skin and yet so attractive in that way, too. (Yeah Aoba has?? a nice dick. Okay.) Interestingly enough the idea of having his mouth filled with the other's arousal doesn't disgust him, but that's something pushed aside for the time being.
One.
He's good. He's so good. Every moan and sigh tugs Crowley forward and he feels like he's going to topple over into some unknown place--if it's somewhere in Aoba's arms, though, he can't say that he'd complain. Not when every touch is electrifying and every syllable has him feeling desperate.
Desperate. That's new. ]
Aoba. [ His reply isn't a whimper, nor is it a whisper, Crowley releases the other man's name with something akin to a growl as he raises a hand to harshly drop down and smack the younger's ass. Working quickly, kissing again, he hasn't even brought his head back before he's spanking Aoba for the third time. ] Louder, say my name louder.
[ And it almost comes out as a plea despite his tone. His own cock aching for warmth and touch, denying it as he focuses on what he truly wants ahead of him. ]
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There's no denying he'd be disappointed. Not even over the fact that he didn't get to come, not when he was close with pre dripping from the head of his cock, still painfully hard as he holds his composure together. But he'd be disappointed that he couldn't do more. Play around a little and see what else the human likes and dislikes; given his track record so far Crowley's confident that he'll just continue to conveniently find each and every switch that has Aoba turn into a shaking, needy mess.
Crowley leans down, rewarding the man with another kiss against his ass. Taking his time, treating the reddened skin tenderly, he catches the sight of something obvious out of the corner of his eye: Aoba's cock hanging between his thighs hot and heavy, a complete contrast to pale skin and yet so attractive in that way, too. (Yeah Aoba has?? a nice dick. Okay.) Interestingly enough the idea of having his mouth filled with the other's arousal doesn't disgust him, but that's something pushed aside for the time being.
One.
He's good. He's so good. Every moan and sigh tugs Crowley forward and he feels like he's going to topple over into some unknown place--if it's somewhere in Aoba's arms, though, he can't say that he'd complain. Not when every touch is electrifying and every syllable has him feeling desperate.
Desperate. That's new. ]
Aoba. [ His reply isn't a whimper, nor is it a whisper, Crowley releases the other man's name with something akin to a growl as he raises a hand to harshly drop down and smack the younger's ass. Working quickly, kissing again, he hasn't even brought his head back before he's spanking Aoba for the third time. ] Louder, say my name louder.
[ And it almost comes out as a plea despite his tone. His own cock aching for warmth and touch, denying it as he focuses on what he truly wants ahead of him. ]
You do want to touch me again, don't you?