( which is the reason why he sucked on them after Crowley had. but he's not going to lick his fingers forever; when the other man moves back he shifts as well, watching, almost hawklike in his gaze as he just stares at the spread for a solid few seconds. for a guy that's easily embarrassed in bed he's pretty shameless about checking out his partner.
... look, the view's pretty great, and Aoba's still trying to learn every inch. pushing back and then settling down onto his stomach, he puts himself nice and snug between Crowley's thighs, an arm even hooking around one. in a situation not running on role reversal Aoba knows what he would like in this position... and while that's not necessarily what Crowley will like, it's a starting point to branch off from.
flicking his tongue out, rather than going to suck on his cock right away, Aoba teases his lips down, licks, uses his mouth and saliva-wet fingers to fondle balls and the length underneath Crowley's dick. short quick movements paired with longer licks using the flat of his tongue, soft sounds from his throat as he once again gets that muskier flavor, his own cock twitching with thickening arousal. there's no rushing to his movements; he's taking his time, going slow, just like he said he wanted.
rather than move his head up and his hand down, Aoba... ends up doing the opposite, for no particular reason other than curiosity. moving to pump his hand up and down the length of Crowley's cock, saliva making the movements slick, he nudges his chin down and—whaaaat're you doin' there, Aoba—glances up at Crowley's face, gold eyes forcing contact before lidding, pressing his face in more to rub his tongue against that puckering of skin.
he'll totally stop if Crowley thinks it's too weird, but he... definitely doesn't mind doing it. huh. )
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( which is the reason why he sucked on them after Crowley had. but he's not going to lick his fingers forever; when the other man moves back he shifts as well, watching, almost hawklike in his gaze as he just stares at the spread for a solid few seconds. for a guy that's easily embarrassed in bed he's pretty shameless about checking out his partner.
... look, the view's pretty great, and Aoba's still trying to learn every inch. pushing back and then settling down onto his stomach, he puts himself nice and snug between Crowley's thighs, an arm even hooking around one. in a situation not running on role reversal Aoba knows what he would like in this position... and while that's not necessarily what Crowley will like, it's a starting point to branch off from.
flicking his tongue out, rather than going to suck on his cock right away, Aoba teases his lips down, licks, uses his mouth and saliva-wet fingers to fondle balls and the length underneath Crowley's dick. short quick movements paired with longer licks using the flat of his tongue, soft sounds from his throat as he once again gets that muskier flavor, his own cock twitching with thickening arousal. there's no rushing to his movements; he's taking his time, going slow, just like he said he wanted.
rather than move his head up and his hand down, Aoba... ends up doing the opposite, for no particular reason other than curiosity. moving to pump his hand up and down the length of Crowley's cock, saliva making the movements slick, he nudges his chin down and—whaaaat're you doin' there, Aoba—glances up at Crowley's face, gold eyes forcing contact before lidding, pressing his face in more to rub his tongue against that puckering of skin.
he'll totally stop if Crowley thinks it's too weird, but he... definitely doesn't mind doing it. huh. )