( really... he would have been fine with being bitten anyway. but Crowley's not wrong, of course he isn't. it's probably strange to want to be bitten anyway—not that the thought keeps him from wanting it regardless. ah well.

having Crowley against the curve of his shoulder is nice, too. reaching up, Aoba curls, turning just slightly to better fit against the other man. even when he's sweaty, Aoba still likes touching him. fingers tracing, along forehead now that the hair's been pushed back, dipping along the shape of temple and hairline, over a pointed ear. pad stopping at the tip, he rubs it a little, curiously, but then moves along to skim downward.

this'll be a hard habit to kick if you're not careful. maybe. it's something he decides to keep quiet on as he curls up against the vampire, warm and comfortable. though he does almost snort about the comment on hurting someone's feelings; it's not like he has that many partners, and he's not dating anyone, either. maybe one day he will but for now, his prospects are... not so great. )

Knight Templar... ( that... sounds like something out of a video game. a protector of the innocent. living by a code. paying to God for his favor. holy. yeah, the irony isn't lost on Aoba. though how true the stories about crosses and holy water burning vampire skin are, he has no clue. ) Wouldn't most humans be young to you? ( twenty-three isn't that young!! but that's a mild huff before a softer murmur: ) What was that like? Being on a battlefield. And... what have you been doing? All these years.

( seriously. he still can't even fathom what he'd do with so much time, if he were the one with it. )