[ WELL EVERYONE WHO HAS WANTED THAT DIED SO GG AOBA
Crowley can hardly feel the way blunt nails dig into the ridges of his spine, but his back muscles tense instinctively and he subconsciously releases a heavy breath from his nose. Coincidentally enough there's another small gulp of blood entering his mouth the moment Aoba leans in and sinks his teeth into Crowley's throat, which he just barely notices in the same fashion as when nails dragged along his back.
Something close to a growl manages to rumble in his throat, however it's half-lived as the sensation of blood going down silences him.
Aoba's blood is sweet, but not ridiculously so, it's subtle and just right. Something that he likes. Something that his him pulling back despite not being completely satisfied because Crowley is well aware that he'd completely drink him dry if given the chance.
He doesn't appear dainty when he finally opens his jaw and brings his mouth away from Aoba's throat, but his gaze is much softer in comparison to that predator-like glare he gave the other man the first time he sunk his teeth in. His body feels warm, shamelessly half-hard despite his calm appearance. ] Ha... [ Releasing a breath he leans in once more, but only to drag his tongue against the wound he's created on Aoba's neck. Lavishing in the warmth he's ingested, licking his lips when he finally brings some space between them.
And then comes a smile to grace his features, something bright and genuine. Still high on blood, that familiar sense of pleasure coursing through him in waves. ]
This is bad... I'm gonna start getting possessive.
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Crowley can hardly feel the way blunt nails dig into the ridges of his spine, but his back muscles tense instinctively and he subconsciously releases a heavy breath from his nose. Coincidentally enough there's another small gulp of blood entering his mouth the moment Aoba leans in and sinks his teeth into Crowley's throat, which he just barely notices in the same fashion as when nails dragged along his back.
Something close to a growl manages to rumble in his throat, however it's half-lived as the sensation of blood going down silences him.
Aoba's blood is sweet, but not ridiculously so, it's subtle and just right. Something that he likes. Something that his him pulling back despite not being completely satisfied because Crowley is well aware that he'd completely drink him dry if given the chance.
He doesn't appear dainty when he finally opens his jaw and brings his mouth away from Aoba's throat, but his gaze is much softer in comparison to that predator-like glare he gave the other man the first time he sunk his teeth in. His body feels warm, shamelessly half-hard despite his calm appearance. ] Ha... [ Releasing a breath he leans in once more, but only to drag his tongue against the wound he's created on Aoba's neck. Lavishing in the warmth he's ingested, licking his lips when he finally brings some space between them.
And then comes a smile to grace his features, something bright and genuine. Still high on blood, that familiar sense of pleasure coursing through him in waves. ]
This is bad... I'm gonna start getting possessive.