( wow, rude. is it so wild that he wants to cherish every second he can get? maybe it is greedy, but Crowley's never told him not to be.
the hand rubbing his back draws a hybrid between a moan and a sigh, eyelids fluttering with pleasure from the movement. it... doesn't help at all with whatever resolve he has to stay awake, lulling him farther into drowsiness. )
Coffins... so that's true.
( a murmur with a hint of humor. that was one of the things he actually thought pop culture had made up—why sleep in a coffin if you could have black out blinds and a big, comfy bed? but Aoba's a sprawler when he's not busy cuddling up to someone else.
cracking his eyes open again, he looks at Crowley, )
Mm... so you really don't want to bite me...?
( true, it would make him tired, but he's already tired... and if Crowley's hungry he really doesn't mind. )
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the hand rubbing his back draws a hybrid between a moan and a sigh, eyelids fluttering with pleasure from the movement. it... doesn't help at all with whatever resolve he has to stay awake, lulling him farther into drowsiness. )
Coffins... so that's true.
( a murmur with a hint of humor. that was one of the things he actually thought pop culture had made up—why sleep in a coffin if you could have black out blinds and a big, comfy bed? but Aoba's a sprawler when he's not busy cuddling up to someone else.
cracking his eyes open again, he looks at Crowley, )
Mm... so you really don't want to bite me...?
( true, it would make him tired, but he's already tired... and if Crowley's hungry he really doesn't mind. )