( tch. that's almost.... kind of annoying, that he's perfectly fine after all of that. the difference between them is just that huge, huh? Aoba's aching, sore as anything, and while not exhausted he definitely needs a break. it all feels good, from the burn of his muscles to the way a dull throb pulses through his body, a sweet satisfaction from pushing and reaching a limit. it's—starkly, the feeling of being alive.
it wouldn't be quite right to say that it bothers him that Crowley doesn't feel the same way, but.... it's something along those lines. but what can he do? he's only human. even if there's that niggling little feeling that makes him wish he could. just how like it's annoying that he can't leave a mark, no matter what he's tried.
idly, Aoba's fingers move to brush those errant bangs away, smoothing them back from Crowley's forehead and the side of his face. even if it was cute, how disheveled he was looking. )
Oh yeah, you know. Perfectly fine.
( like Crowley can't tell from stiffness of the way he moves his hand as he brushes, combs through hair, or how his heart's still not quite back to its normal pace. at the mention of his back, Aoba's eyes follow along shape of the vampire's back, examining the spots where he knows he'd scratched. ah... yeah. as expected, it's all gone. like nothing happened.
gosh, there he goes, teasing again. Aoba huffs: )
I wouldn't have sex like that with anyone but you.
( it's—an odd way to phrase that, but it's the first thing that comes out. he wouldn't want to hurt anyone, not even Crowley, but the vampire seems to be able to handle it. other people... he tries to do what feels good for them, what they can handle. would he really get into it like this with someone else...? probably not. that's just how it is.
but, you know. this isn't taking bad routes into account.
.... though he's very distracted when Crowley tells him that. gosh... is this like, great great great granddaddy kink? maybe even more. plus, it also confirms his earlier thoughts about turning, that Crowley was human once. so it was true. Aoba's peeking back down, blinking, a small crease between his brows, )
Wow... so you must've seen a lot of weird stuff, huh?
( he's making light, a little, because otherwise he'd just be overwhelmed. so old... old as dirt. what does someone even do with so much time? at least he's not lonely—he's mentioned other vampires before. )
I'm twenty-three.
( this feels... a lot less impressive to say. as usual, when talking to Crowley. )
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it wouldn't be quite right to say that it bothers him that Crowley doesn't feel the same way, but.... it's something along those lines. but what can he do? he's only human. even if there's that niggling little feeling that makes him wish he could. just how like it's annoying that he can't leave a mark, no matter what he's tried.
idly, Aoba's fingers move to brush those errant bangs away, smoothing them back from Crowley's forehead and the side of his face. even if it was cute, how disheveled he was looking. )
Oh yeah, you know. Perfectly fine.
( like Crowley can't tell from stiffness of the way he moves his hand as he brushes, combs through hair, or how his heart's still not quite back to its normal pace. at the mention of his back, Aoba's eyes follow along shape of the vampire's back, examining the spots where he knows he'd scratched. ah... yeah. as expected, it's all gone. like nothing happened.
gosh, there he goes, teasing again. Aoba huffs: )
I wouldn't have sex like that with anyone but you.
( it's—an odd way to phrase that, but it's the first thing that comes out. he wouldn't want to hurt anyone, not even Crowley, but the vampire seems to be able to handle it. other people... he tries to do what feels good for them, what they can handle. would he really get into it like this with someone else...? probably not. that's just how it is.
but, you know. this isn't taking bad routes into account.
.... though he's very distracted when Crowley tells him that. gosh... is this like, great great great granddaddy kink? maybe even more. plus, it also confirms his earlier thoughts about turning, that Crowley was human once. so it was true. Aoba's peeking back down, blinking, a small crease between his brows, )
Wow... so you must've seen a lot of weird stuff, huh?
( he's making light, a little, because otherwise he'd just be overwhelmed. so old... old as dirt. what does someone even do with so much time? at least he's not lonely—he's mentioned other vampires before. )
I'm twenty-three.
( this feels... a lot less impressive to say. as usual, when talking to Crowley. )