( the way Crowley's thumbs circles against his skin draw a contented noise, something that's mostly a sigh that could easily delve into a groan of happiness. Aoba's fine with it, that Crowley can't keep his hands to himself either, because he... really likes being touched like this. by him.

and while he's not against the blindfold he's a little amused Crowley seems so interested in it. even if it's going to block a fantastic view, and maybe make him a bit nervous. seeing Crowley is reassuring. but that's something they can tackle later, if that's what they move on to after ... this. cuddling? this must be cuddling, Aoba realizes a bit belatedly, rubbing his face against the other man's chest again. they haven't done this before.

... well. for like, two minutes, after the first time. )

Yeah...?

( he wants to... get to know him? Aoba wants that too. wanted it before, even, but didn't say so, because... sex with no strings attached is easy when you don't really know the other person, right? maybe it won't matter to Crowley either way but Aoba knows that once he knows more, strings will definitely be an issue on his end. he'll care. he'll want to keep seeing him, hearing from him, and... miss him.

hell, he's already feeling it, only having learning the barest information.

reaching up, he plays the tips of his fingers against Crowley's lips, grazing along the shape of the vampire's lower lip, )

... A few years ago. It started off with them leaving for shorter periods of time, and as I got older it got more and more frequent and longer until ... well, now. They're—free spirits, they can't stay in one place for long. They send postcards sometimes.