[ Crowley is still somewhat confused of his own actions, attempting to make sense of just what he is doing and why as Aoba comes closer. His expression remains the same, his body just about motionless as warmth and a new sense of tenderness comes radiating off of the other man. This isn't new, he's not inexperienced with having someone come and lay against him, but in this perspective where he's faced with Aoba it's... different.

Then again his interactions with humans have been sparse these past few centuries. With vampire law and little interest to even speak with humans that aren't being used for food, everything about these meetings with Aoba was odd--unusual, completely out of habit for someone of his kind and he's certain that if the wrong person caught wind of this he'd face some form of punishment. A slap on the wrist, in vampire customs, probably spending a few days without blood, so it wouldn't be so bad.

However, if asked, he would say he didn't regret it.

Chest to chest, Crowley unconsciously grips onto Aoba's hand as the unsubtle rhythm of a heart echoes against his ribcage. It's not his own but the closeness of their bodies gives him the playful thought that it is, which is why the corners of his mouth slowly curl up into a smile before their lips interlock. Gentle and soothing, a complete opposite of the whirlwind of heated sighs and gasping breaths from earlier, he hums with mild, lazy delight.

Arms wrap around the smaller's waist, tilting his head slightly. ]

It feels like I've got a heartbeat.

[ He... doesn't know whether or not he should have said that but it's out already and there's no way to take it back. ]

... The people in the room next to us are into some weird stuff. [ And he breaks whatever this moment is with the shitty parts of being a vampire. ] Let's not stay quiet for too long.