the rumble, bare as it is, sends a shiver curling down Aoba's spine. it's—unfairly attractive, even when he's bleeding out, body responding to the feeling of a mouth against his throat and all the sounds, caught inside their fortress of blankets with them. It's... definitely weird, to get aroused during something like this, isn't it...?? but it's an undeniable reaction: flesh growing clammy and sweat building on his brow again, cock twitching, groans piling up behind his teeth.
when that hot mouth pulls away he gasps, eyelids fluttering, body tensing and then smoothing into relaxation once more from the sudden tiredness that draws up with bloodloss. yet he refuses to shut his eyes still, watching Crowley's face, basking in that softer gaze and, when there's a tongue rubbing over his would, shuddering.
ah. that smile. that's... such a good smile. it elicits one in return, tired yet satisfied, knowing that he's brought it out. with a laugh that borders on breathless, )
That's okay.
( even if he's really only thinking in the now, not beyond this bedroom. it's not like he's not feeling shades of the same, wishing that he could keep Crowley despite knowing that they live in totally different worlds. that at the end of the day, a vampire and a human are different, exist on different levels, and it'd probably not work for long. none of those thoughts keep him from wanting, though.
reaching up, Aoba presses a finger against Crowley's bottom lip, )
Is it bad that I want to do it again?
( not... as intensely. something more languid and slow would be good, he thinks. )
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the rumble, bare as it is, sends a shiver curling down Aoba's spine. it's—unfairly attractive, even when he's bleeding out, body responding to the feeling of a mouth against his throat and all the sounds, caught inside their fortress of blankets with them. It's... definitely weird, to get aroused during something like this, isn't it...?? but it's an undeniable reaction: flesh growing clammy and sweat building on his brow again, cock twitching, groans piling up behind his teeth.
when that hot mouth pulls away he gasps, eyelids fluttering, body tensing and then smoothing into relaxation once more from the sudden tiredness that draws up with bloodloss. yet he refuses to shut his eyes still, watching Crowley's face, basking in that softer gaze and, when there's a tongue rubbing over his would, shuddering.
ah. that smile. that's... such a good smile. it elicits one in return, tired yet satisfied, knowing that he's brought it out. with a laugh that borders on breathless, )
That's okay.
( even if he's really only thinking in the now, not beyond this bedroom. it's not like he's not feeling shades of the same, wishing that he could keep Crowley despite knowing that they live in totally different worlds. that at the end of the day, a vampire and a human are different, exist on different levels, and it'd probably not work for long. none of those thoughts keep him from wanting, though.
reaching up, Aoba presses a finger against Crowley's bottom lip, )
Is it bad that I want to do it again?
( not... as intensely. something more languid and slow would be good, he thinks. )