[ holy shit Aoba think of anything else. literally anything else. think about your dog. ]

If you wanna be technical the first thing you mentioned wasn't me riding you. [ Those are just the facts, Aoba said it himself. And of course Crowley isn't against the idea considering he's offering it for a later time but...

That's going to be so much work. Endless stamina means jack shit if you don't want to use it; Crowley groans, leaning forward to hide his face in the crook of his neck. Of course curiosity stirs in his stomach, pulling him towards immediately agreeing and yet he hesitates, warmth building at the back of his neck and lightly staining his cheeks. ] Is that what you want?

[ He leans back, crimson eyes focusing on the man in front of him and demanding a straight answer. ]

If you do then I have to prep myself.