( this is because Crowley didn't just bite him and put him to sleep
happier than giving me a physical mark to look back to? that makes him quiet for a minute. pressing his mouth against the hollow of Crowley's throat, teeth skimming over skin with the touch of tongue, curling into a lick. if he could he would. how many times has he tried...? scraped his nails down, bitten, watched for a brief second of satisfaction before it was gone?
this would be a good spot to mark. the soft dip of flesh right in the center, a trifecta of collarbone and throat, just over breast. still hiding his face, he licks the spot again, a slow drag of his tongue as he wets, pinches lightly with his teeth. )
It's not like I wouldn't want both. ( an honest admittance. Crowley's only encouraged him to admit and act on his wants, and that's... one of them. ) And—that'd be more for you to look back at, that's what... I wanted.
( to recall who put it there. how it felt when it was put there. but, again, it's a desire that won't come to fruition. the real question has Aoba pausing, graze of teeth against the base of Crowey's throat pulling away as he looks up, resting his chin on the man's chest instead as he looks at his face. )
Sure...? Of course I'm sure. ( like it's the simplest thing in the world, ) Crowley's Crowley. Human or not.
( that sort of thing doesn't matter to him. maybe it should, maybe he's three times an idiot for not having better stranger danger skills or acknowledging red flags, but... it's an honest answer. but he can also date an android or a dog, so. )
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happier than giving me a physical mark to look back to? that makes him quiet for a minute. pressing his mouth against the hollow of Crowley's throat, teeth skimming over skin with the touch of tongue, curling into a lick. if he could he would. how many times has he tried...? scraped his nails down, bitten, watched for a brief second of satisfaction before it was gone?
this would be a good spot to mark. the soft dip of flesh right in the center, a trifecta of collarbone and throat, just over breast. still hiding his face, he licks the spot again, a slow drag of his tongue as he wets, pinches lightly with his teeth. )
It's not like I wouldn't want both. ( an honest admittance. Crowley's only encouraged him to admit and act on his wants, and that's... one of them. ) And—that'd be more for you to look back at, that's what... I wanted.
( to recall who put it there. how it felt when it was put there. but, again, it's a desire that won't come to fruition. the real question has Aoba pausing, graze of teeth against the base of Crowey's throat pulling away as he looks up, resting his chin on the man's chest instead as he looks at his face. )
Sure...? Of course I'm sure. ( like it's the simplest thing in the world, ) Crowley's Crowley. Human or not.
( that sort of thing doesn't matter to him. maybe it should, maybe he's three times an idiot for not having better stranger danger skills or acknowledging red flags, but... it's an honest answer. but he can also date an android or a dog, so. )