[ His lips press together into a line, words playing at the tip of his tongue but he refuses to confess the same. It's a little odd, probably just a bit gross, but he's not one to judge on what is and isn't disgusting considering he survives on consuming human blood... nah. He's still gonna be a little judgmental; blood and saliva are two separate things.
His weight shifts slightly when Aoba hooks an arm around his thigh, evidently not the least bit tense as curious red eyes flickered upward. Now looking up isn't too unfamiliar, but in a position where he's both exposed and being revealed slowly underneath Aoba's fingertips were. ]
Your face is really obscene. [ Offensive in a way that Aoba's attractive. Too attractive. He's always been cute, sure, and each encounter he found himself more physically attracted in the human than the last, but getting a look of his face has him wanting to grab him by his chin and pull him into another kiss.
Not that he can, nor will he, as Aoba dips down further to the lower half of his waist. Teasing him. The heat of his tongue brings a shiver down his spine and initially he breathes calmly, slowly, only tossing his head to the side when wet and delicate fingers begin to play with his balls. He finally releases a sound, low and subtle, gripping onto his patience as well as the sheets.
—Whaaaaaaaaaaaat is Aoba doing.
Crowley, a previous child of God, is in a complete state of surprise. Eyes widening briefly, catching a swift glance from the other man before he feels the pressure of tongue against his skin. It's unexpected, surprising, unfamiliar, and he doesn't know how to respond and allows his body to do that for him: his toes curl, his cock twitching due to the sensation of tongue and experienced fingers, closing his eyes as his lips crack open and release another low, lush groan. ]
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His weight shifts slightly when Aoba hooks an arm around his thigh, evidently not the least bit tense as curious red eyes flickered upward. Now looking up isn't too unfamiliar, but in a position where he's both exposed and being revealed slowly underneath Aoba's fingertips were. ]
Your face is really obscene. [ Offensive in a way that Aoba's attractive. Too attractive. He's always been cute, sure, and each encounter he found himself more physically attracted in the human than the last, but getting a look of his face has him wanting to grab him by his chin and pull him into another kiss.
Not that he can, nor will he, as Aoba dips down further to the lower half of his waist. Teasing him. The heat of his tongue brings a shiver down his spine and initially he breathes calmly, slowly, only tossing his head to the side when wet and delicate fingers begin to play with his balls. He finally releases a sound, low and subtle, gripping onto his patience as well as the sheets.
—Whaaaaaaaaaaaat is Aoba doing.
Crowley, a previous child of God, is in a complete state of surprise. Eyes widening briefly, catching a swift glance from the other man before he feels the pressure of tongue against his skin. It's unexpected, surprising, unfamiliar, and he doesn't know how to respond and allows his body to do that for him: his toes curl, his cock twitching due to the sensation of tongue and experienced fingers, closing his eyes as his lips crack open and release another low, lush groan. ]