[ They can play the big ol' Q&A when Crowley's not pushing into Aoba as deep as possible. And preferably not against the wall, the bed was more comfortable and if something came up that he didn't want to answer the vampire could just... act like he's tired and drift to sleep. It's not like Aoba knows that sleep wasn't a requirement for vampires unless that's what the media portrayed.
Anyway. ]
Aoba. [ A hitch in his voice, like something was breaking in his throat. ] Aoba.
[ Ah, he's trying to rock back into him and he can't help but feel appreciative of that. Especially when it's accompanied with the way his name is said; wanting, needing, it's unspoken consent to do more and in the back of his head he hears when Aoba told him to do what he wants.
He wants to fuck him. Hard and recklessly enough to where the people on the other side possibly respond with a complaint of their own. Or find themselves even more horny, Crowley wouldn't blame them. Not when Aoba's loud and his voice alone has his cock twitching with desire.
He pulls out, pulling Aoba off the wall just enough so that when he thrusts back in he's slamming him against the wall. Nothing that would hurt the other man, but still audible enough that it nearly drowns out the moan that leaves Crowley's lips. He repeats this step a few more times before he keeps Aoba's back against the wall, finding that angle he's becoming more familiar with, a heated groan tearing out of his throat as the entirety of his cock aches with pleasure.
Beads of sweat drip from his forehead, panting softly between guttural moans. He's putting so much attention in the work he's performing on Aoba and keeping him balanced in his arm that he can't even hear himself speak. His ears burning up as each and every sound from the other man brings shivers down his spine. ] Baby, [ idek what to say about this ] you're gonna make me come.
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Anyway. ]
Aoba. [ A hitch in his voice, like something was breaking in his throat. ] Aoba.
[ Ah, he's trying to rock back into him and he can't help but feel appreciative of that. Especially when it's accompanied with the way his name is said; wanting, needing, it's unspoken consent to do more and in the back of his head he hears when Aoba told him to do what he wants.
He wants to fuck him. Hard and recklessly enough to where the people on the other side possibly respond with a complaint of their own. Or find themselves even more horny, Crowley wouldn't blame them. Not when Aoba's loud and his voice alone has his cock twitching with desire.
He pulls out, pulling Aoba off the wall just enough so that when he thrusts back in he's slamming him against the wall. Nothing that would hurt the other man, but still audible enough that it nearly drowns out the moan that leaves Crowley's lips. He repeats this step a few more times before he keeps Aoba's back against the wall, finding that angle he's becoming more familiar with, a heated groan tearing out of his throat as the entirety of his cock aches with pleasure.
Beads of sweat drip from his forehead, panting softly between guttural moans. He's putting so much attention in the work he's performing on Aoba and keeping him balanced in his arm that he can't even hear himself speak. His ears burning up as each and every sound from the other man brings shivers down his spine. ] Baby, [ idek what to say about this ] you're gonna make me come.