( the hand on his cock makes Aoba choke, stumbling over himself as he keeps rolling his hips, a dull ache building in his core from the work of muscle. there's nothing else but Crowley, no one else but Crowley. he's focused on the vampire's scent, his sounds, the way he feels as their bodies move together. the only other contender for his attention is the wall he's being pushed into, bare skin chafing against the textured surface, but it's because Crowley's fucking him against it. the way he hits that bundle of nerves has Aoba forgetting his own damn name.
all he can think is to cling, keep himself pressed hard against this man. and he does. the hand working at his cock draws new dampness to its tip, a bubble of pre smearing across hot, sensitive skin and evoking a generous shiver. c-crap... again, he's not gonna last that long, absolute putty Crowley's hands, hands that always just seem to know how to touch him and drive him past any limits he may of thought he had. why is he so good...? why?
tongue against his skin and Aoba's squirming, swallow hard, grasping on as hard as he can as goosebumps prickle his flesh. bite me. it's a sudden, violent urge, wanting full circle—of Crowley in him, and of him in Crowley by hot blood nourishing and coating the other man's throat. but he can't find the words now, sweating and rutting as he is, though he manages to watch Crowley's expression when he comes. before he shoves his face into Aoba's neck, anyway.
turning his head much as he can, Aoba plants a wet kiss against the side of the vampire's head: ) Good. ( good boy. breathless, pleased, as his own climax creeps up on him a second time. swifter than the first but more powerful from the continued stimulation, making Aoba tense as he lifts his head, offering a wider expanse of throat as he arches forward. he can feel it dripping against his stomach and against his inner thighs, hot and sticky, making him more of a mess than he was before. )
I'm... hahh...hn...
( his warning comes way too slow but it doesn't matter all that much. keeping arms tight around the other man, dizzy with orgasm. if the first was like setting a house ablaze, quick and all at once, the second feels like the slow encroachment of lava in his veins, turning his bones into brittle dust. )
Are you... do you want to... ( swallowing again, Aoba tucks his head, too, pressing a kiss against the sweep of muscle between shoulder and neck offered to him, ) You can bite me, if you want to.
( an offer, and a genuine one. if Crowley's hungry, if he wants to bite, then... Aoba's okay with it. but if not, that's okay too. whatever Crowley's wanting now. whatever he needs. )
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all he can think is to cling, keep himself pressed hard against this man. and he does. the hand working at his cock draws new dampness to its tip, a bubble of pre smearing across hot, sensitive skin and evoking a generous shiver. c-crap... again, he's not gonna last that long, absolute putty Crowley's hands, hands that always just seem to know how to touch him and drive him past any limits he may of thought he had. why is he so good...? why?
tongue against his skin and Aoba's squirming, swallow hard, grasping on as hard as he can as goosebumps prickle his flesh. bite me. it's a sudden, violent urge, wanting full circle—of Crowley in him, and of him in Crowley by hot blood nourishing and coating the other man's throat. but he can't find the words now, sweating and rutting as he is, though he manages to watch Crowley's expression when he comes. before he shoves his face into Aoba's neck, anyway.
turning his head much as he can, Aoba plants a wet kiss against the side of the vampire's head: ) Good. ( good boy. breathless, pleased, as his own climax creeps up on him a second time. swifter than the first but more powerful from the continued stimulation, making Aoba tense as he lifts his head, offering a wider expanse of throat as he arches forward. he can feel it dripping against his stomach and against his inner thighs, hot and sticky, making him more of a mess than he was before. )
I'm... hahh...hn...
( his warning comes way too slow but it doesn't matter all that much. keeping arms tight around the other man, dizzy with orgasm. if the first was like setting a house ablaze, quick and all at once, the second feels like the slow encroachment of lava in his veins, turning his bones into brittle dust. )
Are you... do you want to... ( swallowing again, Aoba tucks his head, too, pressing a kiss against the sweep of muscle between shoulder and neck offered to him, ) You can bite me, if you want to.
( an offer, and a genuine one. if Crowley's hungry, if he wants to bite, then... Aoba's okay with it. but if not, that's okay too. whatever Crowley's wanting now. whatever he needs. )