[ Wow. For once Crowley isn't teasing and because of that he feels like he's the one being teased. The only reason he even offered up that suggestion was because Aoba had brought it up earlier, so the fact that he completely read it wrong is a little embarrassing. ]

Oh, if that's not what you meant then forget it. [ Now he's teasing, easing back into his usual routine as the palms of Aoba's hands coax him. ] Tomorrow. Maybe.

[ Was it technically the next day? He's not sure, the curtains were still pullled in and it's not like he's taken a chance to glance at the clock since they got here. No, all of his attention drifted away from the rest of the world with Aoba becoming his world, in a sense.

He settles on his knees, using both hands to part open Aoba's thighs as the sheets slide off. ] And you should be really careful with what you say, because I might just do it.

[ He's just kidding. That's probably the weird shit he heard from the other room. ]