( Aoba pushes up on his elbows when Crowley sits up and goes to the nightstand, watching as the man searches the drawer for something. already did...? that's something he wonders at against the rustle of things, gaze slipping down ridges of the vampire's spine, admiring the way his shoulder blades move.
oh. at the wipes he offers a grateful look, sitting up even more so that he can wipe himself down, too. it... actually is a nice thing of Crowley to do, considering Aoba wasn't expecting it and would probably have staggered off to the bathroom to use the sink after cooling off for a few more minutes. feels much better to not be sticky once everything's cooled down, but that's... a thought he's completely distracted from when Crowley keeps talking like that.
huh...? that is—incredibly cheesy. yet... also.... kind of, a little, romantic...? were it anyone else he might make a face and say that it's only normal to remember, but... it's different here. Crowley's been around for much longer than anyone he's ever known, or possibly ever will know. of course he won't remember every person he's met—not even the ones he's slept with. it's why Aoba hadn't been expecting a similar answer in response to his admittance. yet, hearing that, how is he not supposed to feel—warm? damn, Bella Swan, he kind of gets it now. )
Ah.
( a soft exhale as Aoba shifts forward on instinct, acting on feeling rather than any real thought, spanning his arms around ribs and settling his palms on the man's back in a tight embrace. it's a sigh, a pleased murmur: ) ... Crowley. ( honestly... this guy. it's brief, when Aoba leans up to press his lips against the vampire's, similar to the tender touch from earlier. but then he's all too quickly moving to tuck his face against collarbone instead. by now, he's adjusted to the lack of a pulse or heartbeat, having familiarized himself with the absence of them a few times on purpose. )
If you do... well, I guess... that'd probably make me... really happy.
( though Aoba's really not sure what he's done to earn it other than having a weird hair kink... it does make him happy. that's what that new warmth is, burning from head to toe, coloring his cheeks in the most pleasant way possible. maybe it's silly, Aoba just being a big old weirdo again, but there's no denying the surge of pleasure at hearing those words.
this is... nice. hugging tight like this. it makes him not want to let go. enough so that he'd be willing to forgive being unfavorably compared to Crowley's vampire girlfriends!! who are definitely better than being compared to the person who murdered all of Crowley's friends, yeah.
he's just gonna stay here until he's dislodged for being gross and affectionate, thanks. )
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oh. at the wipes he offers a grateful look, sitting up even more so that he can wipe himself down, too. it... actually is a nice thing of Crowley to do, considering Aoba wasn't expecting it and would probably have staggered off to the bathroom to use the sink after cooling off for a few more minutes. feels much better to not be sticky once everything's cooled down, but that's... a thought he's completely distracted from when Crowley keeps talking like that.
huh...? that is—incredibly cheesy. yet... also.... kind of, a little, romantic...? were it anyone else he might make a face and say that it's only normal to remember, but... it's different here. Crowley's been around for much longer than anyone he's ever known, or possibly ever will know. of course he won't remember every person he's met—not even the ones he's slept with. it's why Aoba hadn't been expecting a similar answer in response to his admittance. yet, hearing that, how is he not supposed to feel—warm? damn, Bella Swan, he kind of gets it now. )
Ah.
( a soft exhale as Aoba shifts forward on instinct, acting on feeling rather than any real thought, spanning his arms around ribs and settling his palms on the man's back in a tight embrace. it's a sigh, a pleased murmur: ) ... Crowley. ( honestly... this guy. it's brief, when Aoba leans up to press his lips against the vampire's, similar to the tender touch from earlier. but then he's all too quickly moving to tuck his face against collarbone instead. by now, he's adjusted to the lack of a pulse or heartbeat, having familiarized himself with the absence of them a few times on purpose. )
If you do... well, I guess... that'd probably make me... really happy.
( though Aoba's really not sure what he's done to earn it other than having a weird hair kink... it does make him happy. that's what that new warmth is, burning from head to toe, coloring his cheeks in the most pleasant way possible. maybe it's silly, Aoba just being a big old weirdo again, but there's no denying the surge of pleasure at hearing those words.
this is... nice. hugging tight like this. it makes him not want to let go. enough so that he'd be willing to forgive being unfavorably compared to Crowley's vampire girlfriends!! who are definitely better than being compared to the person who murdered all of Crowley's friends, yeah.
he's just gonna stay here until he's dislodged for being gross and affectionate, thanks. )