( even if it'd be really nice, like this. but if he falls asleep then who knows how long he'll drift for, comfortable and warm like this? and Aoba knows he's a stubborn sleeper—he'll keep asking for a minute more every time, half-dreaming and nuzzling close, reluctant to let go.
moving in that gentle embrace, Aoba moves so that they're more eye to eye and settles into it again, bringing a hand up to brush his fingers under Crowley's chin. quietly looking at the vampire's face much as he can in the dimness of their blanket fortress with no... real thought or reason behind it. just admiring, his own features gone soft again.
leaning in, he presses his lips to Crowley's again, smoothing his hand and cupping it along the shape of jaw instead. a slow, lazy kiss, with a sliver of lips parted so the tip of his tongue can drift across and get a small taste of the other man. )
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( even if it'd be really nice, like this. but if he falls asleep then who knows how long he'll drift for, comfortable and warm like this? and Aoba knows he's a stubborn sleeper—he'll keep asking for a minute more every time, half-dreaming and nuzzling close, reluctant to let go.
moving in that gentle embrace, Aoba moves so that they're more eye to eye and settles into it again, bringing a hand up to brush his fingers under Crowley's chin. quietly looking at the vampire's face much as he can in the dimness of their blanket fortress with no... real thought or reason behind it. just admiring, his own features gone soft again.
leaning in, he presses his lips to Crowley's again, smoothing his hand and cupping it along the shape of jaw instead. a slow, lazy kiss, with a sliver of lips parted so the tip of his tongue can drift across and get a small taste of the other man. )
Do you ever sleep...?