Aoba's flushing at Crowley calling it a little bit hot. he thinks the same, honestly, and he's... really excited to see the kinds of faces the vampire'll make with this kind of thing. something he might say if he wasn't afraid of that whole blindfold business coming up again—darn it, he wants to see this. it's hot.
he's pulled by the hips and almost squeaks, somehow managing to keep it down to a muffled noise of surprise and delight. he's... sort of figured out that Crowley likes hearing him say what he likes, even if it's still hard for him at times. easily embarrassed and preferring to just do rather than listen to his own sordid kinks out loud. but... if Crowley likes it... it's not... so bad. )
Nn. ( moving up, reaching to wrap his arms around his neck, ) So does that mean I can help you? Because I want to.
( if he's really fine with it... and they can take their time with this. it's not the heated, intense urge to fuck of earlier that's edging him along now—it's fondness. even if he's tired, aching, he still wants to do it. wants that closeness. honestly, the how doesn't matter so much to him at this point.
leaning in, Aoba presses a kiss against Crowley's mouth, )
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Aoba's flushing at Crowley calling it a little bit hot. he thinks the same, honestly, and he's... really excited to see the kinds of faces the vampire'll make with this kind of thing. something he might say if he wasn't afraid of that whole blindfold business coming up again—darn it, he wants to see this. it's hot.
he's pulled by the hips and almost squeaks, somehow managing to keep it down to a muffled noise of surprise and delight. he's... sort of figured out that Crowley likes hearing him say what he likes, even if it's still hard for him at times. easily embarrassed and preferring to just do rather than listen to his own sordid kinks out loud. but... if Crowley likes it... it's not... so bad. )
Nn. ( moving up, reaching to wrap his arms around his neck, ) So does that mean I can help you? Because I want to.
( if he's really fine with it... and they can take their time with this. it's not the heated, intense urge to fuck of earlier that's edging him along now—it's fondness. even if he's tired, aching, he still wants to do it. wants that closeness. honestly, the how doesn't matter so much to him at this point.
leaning in, Aoba presses a kiss against Crowley's mouth, )
I want to know what you like, too.