[ Honestly the fact that Aoba is even awake right now is a supernatural phenomenon. As a vampire he's quite impressed, but he knows what hunger, greed, and temptation can do to a man—which is why he relishes in the taste of Aoba's lips against his own that's soon accompanied by a tongue he's now familiar with. Who would have thought that a sloppy kiss similar to this would have lead them here? Humming pleasantly his hand leaves the sheets to instead ghost around the man's side, stopping near his ribs.
And as much as he'd find it interesting to see Aoba indulge in his selfishness, to perhaps forget the concept of time and allow their kiss to actually go on a minute longer than what either would expect, they still had much to do.
And his cock isn't going to be satisfied with just kissing, though it grows with arousal.
For the time being, however, the kiss doesn't break. Not even when Crowley's breath hitches in his throat as tongue comes across teeth and he has to drag his temptation away from biting. His lungs start a slow burn, hand traveling once more to grab Aoba by his arm and pull it away from his hair. (All the while making sure he doesn't accidentally tug at his hair in a way that's uncomfortable.) Like all actions by Crowley, these are done on a whim: taking Aoba's hand into his and interlocking their fingers, pulling away from the kiss, he brings the back of his hand to his lips. Baring his teeth lightly against skin, skimming across knuckles before he extends his tongue and drags the wet muscle down to his the human's wrist.
The hold is brief as his fingers move. Making it more comfortable for the two of them as he brings fingertips to his lips, kissing lightly, before one is taken between his teeth down to Aoba's first knuckle and Crowley begins sucking gently. Slow and yet his grip tightens at the same time before he's pulling back far enough to bring a second finger into his mouth, gently teasing with his tongue. The entire time Crowley's eyes remain closed, but it's certainly not due to embarrassment and more because he wants to concentrate solely on how the other man sounds. ]
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And as much as he'd find it interesting to see Aoba indulge in his selfishness, to perhaps forget the concept of time and allow their kiss to actually go on a minute longer than what either would expect, they still had much to do.
And his cock isn't going to be satisfied with just kissing, though it grows with arousal.
For the time being, however, the kiss doesn't break. Not even when Crowley's breath hitches in his throat as tongue comes across teeth and he has to drag his temptation away from biting. His lungs start a slow burn, hand traveling once more to grab Aoba by his arm and pull it away from his hair. (All the while making sure he doesn't accidentally tug at his hair in a way that's uncomfortable.) Like all actions by Crowley, these are done on a whim: taking Aoba's hand into his and interlocking their fingers, pulling away from the kiss, he brings the back of his hand to his lips. Baring his teeth lightly against skin, skimming across knuckles before he extends his tongue and drags the wet muscle down to his the human's wrist.
The hold is brief as his fingers move. Making it more comfortable for the two of them as he brings fingertips to his lips, kissing lightly, before one is taken between his teeth down to Aoba's first knuckle and Crowley begins sucking gently. Slow and yet his grip tightens at the same time before he's pulling back far enough to bring a second finger into his mouth, gently teasing with his tongue. The entire time Crowley's eyes remain closed, but it's certainly not due to embarrassment and more because he wants to concentrate solely on how the other man sounds. ]