[ What Aoba is doing to his neck, his skin, is causing it to light up on fire and followed by a ticklish feeling that's difficult to ignore. In fact he's unable to restrain himself, sighing softly as a low chuckle slips from his throat. A hand goes up, fingertips dragging across the younger's spine before the pads come in contact with soft strands of hair. ]

Heh, if I was human you'd have me covered in them at this point.

[ But Crowley somewhat doesn't understand why'd he need to recall who marked him when they just keep meeting up like this. There's a brief amount of time where they're not together but, instead of a mark, he can remember vividly (and even point out) where the human tried to bite him, sucked at his skin, or even dragged his nails down his back. Almost to the point where it felt like Aoba was there, tempting him while he's in the middle of doing Very Important Vampire Things like... paperwork.

So, in a sense, the human has already been kept in his thoughts--his memory. It's only now that he realizes it, however, in the middle of holding Aoba in his arms and slowly threading fingers through the other man's hair. Since Aoba has never reacted negatively to him touching it, Crowley has to wonder what kind of expression he'd receive if he were to pull it. Would it hurt? Would he cry? Just how did it get like this in the first place?

Questions he'll save for later--questions that he'll definitely remember for later. ]

That's a really simple way of thinking. If you were born in my time you would have died young.

[ So romantic. Aoba really knows how to pick 'em. ]

Mm~ Anyway, remember what I said about you telling me the things you want? I wanna hear them.