[ If he had asked Crowley would have answered with a swift and solid no. Time and lack of empathy had changed him over the years; becoming a vampire also made him look at humans in a different perspective and it's definitely not a positive one. He even looks to the human he was before in disgust: a man of faith who prayed and begged to a God who would never come, who took the lives of others in a war they had already lost, he had killed hundreds more as a human than he ever did as a vampire and doesn't miss it.
Even if he spends his days bitterly, wanting to act revenge for faces he can't quite remember, he doesn't miss being human.
He remembers vividly, down to his bones, of the day his heart raced and threatened to tear out of his chest before it just... stopped. To never beat again. But perhaps when his ribs vibrated due to their closeness and the warm, beating heart in Aoba's chest, he found it amusing. He never would have thought that he'd feel anything similar to that again, not even if he got into the intimate space of humans a hundred times before. ]
I've never told you how old I am, have I?
[ Perhaps if he did it'd make sense, but it's not like Aoba's wasting any time once he suggest they move forward. He looks down, noticing the drop in the other man's arm, breathing in slowly as a warm hand wraps around his cock. He had been slowly losing his erection in the midst of their... moment? Whatever the hell you want to call it. And appreciates the way Aoba flicks his wrists and encourages his erection to remain firm against busy digits. ]
Are you saying I haven't been fucking you the right way?
[ But he isn't going to let Aoba do what he wants to him without returning the favor. Repeating the same motion from earlier he brings a hand to his mouth and sucks on index and middle finger, hooking his arm back around and dipping between so that he can press slick fingers against him, into him. Opening him up, adding a second once satisfied and filling Aoba up to his knuckle. ] You should probably do the same to me, [ To his dick and not his ass though, but he doesn't feel like he needs to clarify. Aoba is gonna have to ask nicely if he really wants to fuck Crowley okay!!! ] unless you don't want to.
[ Because he knows with force he can get in, but he offers up the suggestion for Aoba's comfort.
Feverish, wanting, Crowley tugs Aoba closer before he's finally satisfied with the work of his fingers and pulls out. He brings that hand to his own shoulder, tapping it idly. ]
Hold on.
[ Hands find the curves of thighs, fingers hooking underneath and keeping the man balanced against him as Crowley shifts off of the bed and moves them to the nearest wall. Diving forward he leans in to kiss Aoba, moaning into his mouth, a rumbling noise of satisfaction, and teases by pressing his hips firmly against the other man's. But he's selfish, not wishing to wait any more than he has, and soon enough he's depending on Aoba's weight against the wall as he brings a hand to his cock and finding the right spot.
There. There. He has zero willpower after denying his own orgasm earlier and he sinks into Aoba. A rough noise tears from his throat, hand returning to the man's thigh and fingers dig in time for fingers to dig into skin. He says something in (surprise) Latin?? Because saying it in a language Aoba understands might be dangerous or some shit.
And then he's moving--grinding his hips in a circle, his cock enveloped in warmth and he's tempted to keep this position if only because it feels that good. But he knows it's not enough for either one of them, not when they've been waiting for this long, pulling his hips back before he's driving his length back inside. It's accompanied by a low moan, leaning forward and having their foreheads against each other once more as his movements begin to quicken in pace. ]
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Even if he spends his days bitterly, wanting to act revenge for faces he can't quite remember, he doesn't miss being human.
He remembers vividly, down to his bones, of the day his heart raced and threatened to tear out of his chest before it just... stopped. To never beat again. But perhaps when his ribs vibrated due to their closeness and the warm, beating heart in Aoba's chest, he found it amusing. He never would have thought that he'd feel anything similar to that again, not even if he got into the intimate space of humans a hundred times before. ]
I've never told you how old I am, have I?
[ Perhaps if he did it'd make sense, but it's not like Aoba's wasting any time once he suggest they move forward. He looks down, noticing the drop in the other man's arm, breathing in slowly as a warm hand wraps around his cock. He had been slowly losing his erection in the midst of their... moment? Whatever the hell you want to call it. And appreciates the way Aoba flicks his wrists and encourages his erection to remain firm against busy digits. ]
Are you saying I haven't been fucking you the right way?
[ But he isn't going to let Aoba do what he wants to him without returning the favor. Repeating the same motion from earlier he brings a hand to his mouth and sucks on index and middle finger, hooking his arm back around and dipping between so that he can press slick fingers against him, into him. Opening him up, adding a second once satisfied and filling Aoba up to his knuckle. ] You should probably do the same to me, [ To his dick and not his ass though, but he doesn't feel like he needs to clarify. Aoba is gonna have to ask nicely if he really wants to fuck Crowley okay!!! ] unless you don't want to.
[ Because he knows with force he can get in, but he offers up the suggestion for Aoba's comfort.
Feverish, wanting, Crowley tugs Aoba closer before he's finally satisfied with the work of his fingers and pulls out. He brings that hand to his own shoulder, tapping it idly. ]
Hold on.
[ Hands find the curves of thighs, fingers hooking underneath and keeping the man balanced against him as Crowley shifts off of the bed and moves them to the nearest wall. Diving forward he leans in to kiss Aoba, moaning into his mouth, a rumbling noise of satisfaction, and teases by pressing his hips firmly against the other man's. But he's selfish, not wishing to wait any more than he has, and soon enough he's depending on Aoba's weight against the wall as he brings a hand to his cock and finding the right spot.
There. There. He has zero willpower after denying his own orgasm earlier and he sinks into Aoba. A rough noise tears from his throat, hand returning to the man's thigh and fingers dig in time for fingers to dig into skin. He says something in (surprise) Latin?? Because saying it in a language Aoba understands might be dangerous or some shit.
And then he's moving--grinding his hips in a circle, his cock enveloped in warmth and he's tempted to keep this position if only because it feels that good. But he knows it's not enough for either one of them, not when they've been waiting for this long, pulling his hips back before he's driving his length back inside. It's accompanied by a low moan, leaning forward and having their foreheads against each other once more as his movements begin to quicken in pace. ]