( there's a moment of brief surprise when Crowley warns about making him bleed—honestly, Aoba had been kind of operating under the assumption that he wouldn't be strong enough to pierce skin. weren't vampires like... made of steel? like superman? apparently it isn't so and he makes a soft noise of understanding, though not quite. still, it's not as if he wants to really hurt Crowley and make him bleed.
instead he focuses on the second part. so when are you gonna start helping me? Aoba's cheeks flush and he nods, suddenly feeling—nervous—and the way his heart flutters reflects that. he wants this but he doesn't have much experience, not too sure what he should do. it's been done to him but it's not like he had the mind to take notes. and even if he's been with women, this isn't the same. )
R-right.
( oh... he hecked up, he doesn't know what he's doing. he's not sexy and dominant like Crowley is. should have agreed to that blindfold after all; then he could blame his clumsy fumbling on a lack of sight.
... for now, he decides, he'll do what he can. so Aoba shifts back, rubbing his thumb against the pads of two wet fingers, doing something incredibly odd by slipping them into his own mouth and sucking over where Crowley sucked. ) ... Nn. ( it tastes kind of good. he's kissed Crowley enough, so he's more familiar with his flavor. swiping his fingers across his lips, wetting them as he eyes lid and gaze goes veering toward sultry, )
Then, lie back for me. ( as his hands drop to Crowley's thighs, trying to nudge them apart. even if he's blushing, worried he won't be able to make the vampire feel good, he's determined to try, ) Let me see you.
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instead he focuses on the second part. so when are you gonna start helping me? Aoba's cheeks flush and he nods, suddenly feeling—nervous—and the way his heart flutters reflects that. he wants this but he doesn't have much experience, not too sure what he should do. it's been done to him but it's not like he had the mind to take notes. and even if he's been with women, this isn't the same. )
R-right.
( oh... he hecked up, he doesn't know what he's doing. he's not sexy and dominant like Crowley is. should have agreed to that blindfold after all; then he could blame his clumsy fumbling on a lack of sight.
... for now, he decides, he'll do what he can. so Aoba shifts back, rubbing his thumb against the pads of two wet fingers, doing something incredibly odd by slipping them into his own mouth and sucking over where Crowley sucked. ) ... Nn. ( it tastes kind of good. he's kissed Crowley enough, so he's more familiar with his flavor. swiping his fingers across his lips, wetting them as he eyes lid and gaze goes veering toward sultry, )
Then, lie back for me. ( as his hands drop to Crowley's thighs, trying to nudge them apart. even if he's blushing, worried he won't be able to make the vampire feel good, he's determined to try, ) Let me see you.