[ Spoilers: The blindfold will come in the next tag... or will it... who fuckin' knows. (I fuckin' know.)
But vampires aren't made of steel, they cut and bleed like humans do but the difference is that they heal. And soon enough the pain is replaced with something more subtle, growing familiar to several injuries, but his pain tolerance also means that at times he may not be able to register when he's bleeding. And while it's fine for him to drink another vampires blood, a human drinking the blood of a vampire would result in something... unfortunate.
To put simply, he doesn't want Aoba to end up like himself. An immortal monster who survives on the blood of humans, to have to cut all ties with the ones he cares for because he would outlive them and learn that his humanity would wane in the process. It's the last thing he wants.
And while that's pushed into the bottom of his list, at the top is what they're doing now. ]
... You could have just asked me to suck on them again. [ So he wouldn't have to do it himself. But it's hot, reminds him of when Aoba was sucking his cock earlier, and he burns with the desire of experiencing that again. ] Right.
[ Even if Aoba doesn't say anything there's this... subtle hint in the air that warns Crowley that the human may be inexperienced with having the roles reversed.
Fuck it, it's fine.
So Crowley leans back, the lower half of his back meeting with the mattress as his rests himself on his elbows. Doing more by spreading his thighs a little wider, narrowed eyes looking up at Aoba with quiet expectation. ]
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But vampires aren't made of steel, they cut and bleed like humans do but the difference is that they heal. And soon enough the pain is replaced with something more subtle, growing familiar to several injuries, but his pain tolerance also means that at times he may not be able to register when he's bleeding. And while it's fine for him to drink another vampires blood, a human drinking the blood of a vampire would result in something... unfortunate.
To put simply, he doesn't want Aoba to end up like himself. An immortal monster who survives on the blood of humans, to have to cut all ties with the ones he cares for because he would outlive them and learn that his humanity would wane in the process. It's the last thing he wants.
And while that's pushed into the bottom of his list, at the top is what they're doing now. ]
... You could have just asked me to suck on them again. [ So he wouldn't have to do it himself. But it's hot, reminds him of when Aoba was sucking his cock earlier, and he burns with the desire of experiencing that again. ] Right.
[ Even if Aoba doesn't say anything there's this... subtle hint in the air that warns Crowley that the human may be inexperienced with having the roles reversed.
Fuck it, it's fine.
So Crowley leans back, the lower half of his back meeting with the mattress as his rests himself on his elbows. Doing more by spreading his thighs a little wider, narrowed eyes looking up at Aoba with quiet expectation. ]