( this... is better. it lets him really stretch out—though he does grope beside them, curling his fingers and tugging half the blanket over them so that they're covered without having to get up to get under the blankets. seriously... he could easily fall asleep like this. if Crowley tries to move those hands from his hips, Aoba's gonna complain.
which apparently is fine? I don't know, wanna have you sleep next to me? Aoba peeks up again, returning to resting his chin on Crowley's chest. )
Really? ( it's such an innocent request but it surprises him anyway. maybe that's why it surprises him...? ) I probably will.
( not right this second, though. do vampires sleep? it's not a question he asks but it's so obvious in his eyes that he's wondering it, almost reflecting as brightly as the light from the lamps.
until he glances away. it's difficult to keep eyecontact with admitting the next thing he wants, )
My turn... I wanted to fuck you, before. ( just so there's no confusion as to how he means, he lingers on that you a half a second longer than all the other words, ) The sounds you were making when I was sucking you off... were nice. I wanted more of them.
( and he was pretty close to acting on it, too! he huffs a little, drawing circles on Crowley's skin with the pad of his index finger. )
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Mm. Like this.
( this... is better. it lets him really stretch out—though he does grope beside them, curling his fingers and tugging half the blanket over them so that they're covered without having to get up to get under the blankets. seriously... he could easily fall asleep like this. if Crowley tries to move those hands from his hips, Aoba's gonna complain.
which apparently is fine? I don't know, wanna have you sleep next to me? Aoba peeks up again, returning to resting his chin on Crowley's chest. )
Really? ( it's such an innocent request but it surprises him anyway. maybe that's why it surprises him...? ) I probably will.
( not right this second, though. do vampires sleep? it's not a question he asks but it's so obvious in his eyes that he's wondering it, almost reflecting as brightly as the light from the lamps.
until he glances away. it's difficult to keep eyecontact with admitting the next thing he wants, )
My turn... I wanted to fuck you, before. ( just so there's no confusion as to how he means, he lingers on that you a half a second longer than all the other words, ) The sounds you were making when I was sucking you off... were nice. I wanted more of them.
( and he was pretty close to acting on it, too! he huffs a little, drawing circles on Crowley's skin with the pad of his index finger. )
I still want to.