( kisses to his throat feel nice, almost ticklish, and Aoba chuckles low while unwinding, flooded with satisfaction and delight. Crowley feels good against him. if he could, he'd keep him here like this forever. flush, warm, sweaty, pushed up against him. it's all just—really good.
honestly, Aoba's surprised when Crowley shakes his head—did he not taste good enough...? but then the vampire explains and Aoba makes a murmur of agreement; he had fallen right to sleep after getting home the first time, exhausted from both sex and bloodloss.
sheets feel cool when his back hits them. soothing, against still sticky and bothered skin. looking up from where he's spread out, strands of blue fanning across white sheets, he studies Crowley's face as he says that he wants Aoba awake. his gaze is only narrowed when he gasps, arching his back as he looses that stretched out, full feeling, but eases back onto the bed lazily. comfortable, feeling the dredges of sleep anyway, but they're mind and he fights them off with no effort. )
Okay. ( he'll stay awake. maybe Crowley wants another round? that's the best reason Aoba can come up with. it doesn't matter that much, though. ) Come here.
( his arms are open and he's gently tugging on Crowley's shoulders, trying to pull the man's head against his chest, so he can thread his fingers through the hair he's thoroughly mussed up.
if Crowley obliges him, he'll guide him to the spot right over his heart. not intentionally, it's merely the most comfortable for him to comb his fingers through hair and hug close, cuddling, showing affection through touch. his heart's still beating hard but beginning to slow, trying to return to a normal pace.
it's with a short laugh, a mild vibration of his chest, that Aoba says: )
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honestly, Aoba's surprised when Crowley shakes his head—did he not taste good enough...? but then the vampire explains and Aoba makes a murmur of agreement; he had fallen right to sleep after getting home the first time, exhausted from both sex and bloodloss.
sheets feel cool when his back hits them. soothing, against still sticky and bothered skin. looking up from where he's spread out, strands of blue fanning across white sheets, he studies Crowley's face as he says that he wants Aoba awake. his gaze is only narrowed when he gasps, arching his back as he looses that stretched out, full feeling, but eases back onto the bed lazily. comfortable, feeling the dredges of sleep anyway, but they're mind and he fights them off with no effort. )
Okay. ( he'll stay awake. maybe Crowley wants another round? that's the best reason Aoba can come up with. it doesn't matter that much, though. ) Come here.
( his arms are open and he's gently tugging on Crowley's shoulders, trying to pull the man's head against his chest, so he can thread his fingers through the hair he's thoroughly mussed up.
if Crowley obliges him, he'll guide him to the spot right over his heart. not intentionally, it's merely the most comfortable for him to comb his fingers through hair and hug close, cuddling, showing affection through touch. his heart's still beating hard but beginning to slow, trying to return to a normal pace.
it's with a short laugh, a mild vibration of his chest, that Aoba says: )
You're not even a little tired, are you?