( Crowley joins him in the blankets and Aoba brings his arm down, curling against the other man and nesting the both of them in a cocoon of covers together, blocking out the light from the lamps in the room.
it's... nice, this. maybe not the sort of place where Crowley would feel tired but just the right amount of close and warm to make Aoba sleepy as he presses close, rubs his face against the vampire's hair.
idly, he ends up pressing a kiss against those soft strands as he breathes in a now-familiar scent, closing his eyes. in his relaxation his heartbeat's slowed, the gentle thud of a creature feeling safe, comforted, and loved. )
Yeah...? ( softly, with the rustle of blankets as he shifts, pressing even closer, ) You are too. ( and even softer still: ) You're comfortable. It's... I love this feeling.
( feeling—safe, somehow. like he could stay here forever. )
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it's... nice, this. maybe not the sort of place where Crowley would feel tired but just the right amount of close and warm to make Aoba sleepy as he presses close, rubs his face against the vampire's hair.
idly, he ends up pressing a kiss against those soft strands as he breathes in a now-familiar scent, closing his eyes. in his relaxation his heartbeat's slowed, the gentle thud of a creature feeling safe, comforted, and loved. )
Yeah...? ( softly, with the rustle of blankets as he shifts, pressing even closer, ) You are too. ( and even softer still: ) You're comfortable. It's... I love this feeling.
( feeling—safe, somehow. like he could stay here forever. )