He doesn't object to embrace, eyes going half-lidded as Aoba holds him and Crowley hesitates momentarily with what to do with his own arms. After a second he's just putting them around the smaller's waist, hands intertwining behind him near the small of his back.
Returning the kiss with a practiced and comfortable ease, he's not surprised when the man pulls away to hide. It's becoming a reaction that he's used to, funnily enough, but the real surprise comes from him still finding it entertaining rather than boring. It was off from his usual views on humans but then again their entire relationship was off--meeting twice under odd circumstances and now this third time just on pure chance. He's not sure if Aoba just has his own gravitational pull and he's being pulled in but he doesn't... mind that. Not at all, actually.
He tilts his head, resting against Aoba and taking in his scent. There's the vague smell of himself lingering on his skin and it makes his stomach churn unexpectedly, both delighted and slightly aroused over this new discovery. ]
Happier than giving me a physical mark to look back to?
[ It's not really a question, just simple curiosity. It won't linger in his head more than it already has to so if it's left unanswered there will be no skin off his nose.
Now here comes the real question: ] Are you really sure about that? I'm not human.
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He doesn't object to embrace, eyes going half-lidded as Aoba holds him and Crowley hesitates momentarily with what to do with his own arms. After a second he's just putting them around the smaller's waist, hands intertwining behind him near the small of his back.
Returning the kiss with a practiced and comfortable ease, he's not surprised when the man pulls away to hide. It's becoming a reaction that he's used to, funnily enough, but the real surprise comes from him still finding it entertaining rather than boring. It was off from his usual views on humans but then again their entire relationship was off--meeting twice under odd circumstances and now this third time just on pure chance. He's not sure if Aoba just has his own gravitational pull and he's being pulled in but he doesn't... mind that. Not at all, actually.
He tilts his head, resting against Aoba and taking in his scent. There's the vague smell of himself lingering on his skin and it makes his stomach churn unexpectedly, both delighted and slightly aroused over this new discovery. ]
Happier than giving me a physical mark to look back to?
[ It's not really a question, just simple curiosity. It won't linger in his head more than it already has to so if it's left unanswered there will be no skin off his nose.
Now here comes the real question: ] Are you really sure about that? I'm not human.