( kissing can't satisfy Crowley but Aoba's certainly getting along fine with it—his cock's half hard and when their mouths part he's near panting, heart beating hard again. maybe it's because he's tired, maybe it's the bloodloss, maybe it's the dull ache in his shoulder from having been bitten none too long ago. the memory, even, of that bite.
and maybe it's because he's becoming a more familiar lover that Aoba's responding quicker and more eagerly, body growing used to the vampire's touch and craving more of it. delighting in the mix of familiar and new. there's something addictive about it, that he wouldn't be able to explain even if he tried.
like... a mouth against the back of his hand, wrist. warmth of tongue flicking across and the coolness as air settles over that spot. )
—...aah.... ( a weak whimper as he shudders, everything feeling so very acute, fine hairs raising on the back of his neck. it breaks into a more choked noise when Crowley starts sucking his finger, a shiver making him quake, back arching with the odd sensation. it's... hot. sends a pang right through his groin and he groans, ) haa... uh... nn... hff... ( with the weirdness that curls in his gut and makes him outright fidget. rub his thighs together, trying to assuage the strange feelings. )
Cro... wley.
( what the hell... finger sucking shouldn't elicit such weird reactions. it's gotta be Crowley's fault, for just being Crowley.
with another short breath, a heavy line in the way his brow knits, he begins to gently curl his fingers. rubbing them back against that teasing tongue and going so far as to rub against his teeth, ever curious about those fangs, what they feel like. it's fascinating, having the chance to explore his mouth when they aren't kissing. and maybe he'll solve the mystery of how Crowley definitely didn't have fangs that one time before suddenly having them. an illusion he's still not over.
Aoba's free hand traces along the man's shoulder, still half-hooked for support as he leans forward. circles with fingertips, moving back up to run along the shell of an ear again. studying its shape through lidded eyes and finding it—cute.
it's a whim of his own to lean in and bite Crowley's earlobe. seriously, not even a thought as he does it, scraping his teeth against it and tugging, and not all that gently. )
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and maybe it's because he's becoming a more familiar lover that Aoba's responding quicker and more eagerly, body growing used to the vampire's touch and craving more of it. delighting in the mix of familiar and new. there's something addictive about it, that he wouldn't be able to explain even if he tried.
like... a mouth against the back of his hand, wrist. warmth of tongue flicking across and the coolness as air settles over that spot. )
—...aah.... ( a weak whimper as he shudders, everything feeling so very acute, fine hairs raising on the back of his neck. it breaks into a more choked noise when Crowley starts sucking his finger, a shiver making him quake, back arching with the odd sensation. it's... hot. sends a pang right through his groin and he groans, ) haa... uh... nn... hff... ( with the weirdness that curls in his gut and makes him outright fidget. rub his thighs together, trying to assuage the strange feelings. )
Cro... wley.
( what the hell... finger sucking shouldn't elicit such weird reactions. it's gotta be Crowley's fault, for just being Crowley.
with another short breath, a heavy line in the way his brow knits, he begins to gently curl his fingers. rubbing them back against that teasing tongue and going so far as to rub against his teeth, ever curious about those fangs, what they feel like. it's fascinating, having the chance to explore his mouth when they aren't kissing. and maybe he'll solve the mystery of how Crowley definitely didn't have fangs that one time before suddenly having them. an illusion he's still not over.
Aoba's free hand traces along the man's shoulder, still half-hooked for support as he leans forward. circles with fingertips, moving back up to run along the shell of an ear again. studying its shape through lidded eyes and finding it—cute.
it's a whim of his own to lean in and bite Crowley's earlobe. seriously, not even a thought as he does it, scraping his teeth against it and tugging, and not all that gently. )