a wry thought: does Crowley miss having a heartbeat? does he miss being... human? it's not something he thought too much about before, yet... that's how it is, isn't it? he used to be human. Aoba may know next to nothing about vampires and what might be true about them, but... that much has to be the case, doesn't it?
but he doesn't ask. it's on the tip of his tongue and he swallows it back like a bitter pill, instead laughing at the comment about their neighbors. )
There are things even you find weird? ( the quiet moment's broken, maybe, but Aoba won't forget it. even if something like this... probably means nothing to Crowley, maybe even something he does with every guy he fucks. where's the point in getting attached to a man he can't keep? leaning back, Aoba cocks a quizzical brow, ) Now I kinda wanna know.
( except he's not really interested in more talking... about other people, about idle thoughts. dropping an arm, he wraps his fingers around Crowley's cock, beginning to stroke with slow, long gestures. twisting his wrist, moving in a rhythm. seriously, why deny himself so much—? Aoba's looking to ride him at least once during this, plus some other stuff. is he really gonna try and keep the same boner popped through multiple rounds? )
Does this mean you'll fuck me the right way, now?
( Aoba's already feeling up to a second round for himself, afterglow having dimmed and refractory period swiftly joining. pressing his forehead gently against the vampire's, he studies those red eyes up close, barely blinking. they're... pretty. were they always red? if not, what were they before...? )
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a wry thought: does Crowley miss having a heartbeat? does he miss being... human? it's not something he thought too much about before, yet... that's how it is, isn't it? he used to be human. Aoba may know next to nothing about vampires and what might be true about them, but... that much has to be the case, doesn't it?
but he doesn't ask. it's on the tip of his tongue and he swallows it back like a bitter pill, instead laughing at the comment about their neighbors. )
There are things even you find weird? ( the quiet moment's broken, maybe, but Aoba won't forget it. even if something like this... probably means nothing to Crowley, maybe even something he does with every guy he fucks. where's the point in getting attached to a man he can't keep? leaning back, Aoba cocks a quizzical brow, ) Now I kinda wanna know.
( except he's not really interested in more talking... about other people, about idle thoughts. dropping an arm, he wraps his fingers around Crowley's cock, beginning to stroke with slow, long gestures. twisting his wrist, moving in a rhythm. seriously, why deny himself so much—? Aoba's looking to ride him at least once during this, plus some other stuff. is he really gonna try and keep the same boner popped through multiple rounds? )
Does this mean you'll fuck me the right way, now?
( Aoba's already feeling up to a second round for himself, afterglow having dimmed and refractory period swiftly joining. pressing his forehead gently against the vampire's, he studies those red eyes up close, barely blinking. they're... pretty. were they always red? if not, what were they before...? )
Want you against the wall. Can we?