( gosh like he doesn't get a ton from all that sucking face
Aoba's not sure how to react to being told his face is obscene—he's embarrassed, because he hates showing weird faces almost most of all, but if he shies away now he might never get another chance to do this. or he'll get teased. is it really... obscene? that's a comment he's going to be thinking about later, for sure.
better to focus on what he's doing and not worry about making weird faces. not when Crowley's making so many good ones of his own, worthy of frequent glances when he can take them. he'd apologize to Jesus for leading this one astray if Crowley hadn't given up on that long ago, and he's not even a little sorry when he hears that guttural sound in response. so it's okay...? he likes it?
feeling the way Crowley's cock stiffens and encourages both his hand and his mouth. moving the pad of his index finger against its slit, he takes a chance on rubbing swirls against its head, experimenting in a way he hadn't before. slow, teasing still, wanting to draw more sweet reactions.
and—what would he like, if someone were doing this to him...? wanting to offer Crowley the same amazing things he's felt, he pushes his head down more, nudging chin in harder to tease his lips against that spot. kissing, swirling the tip of his tongue around and then flicking it, repeating the gesture over and over again in quick repeat and then slow, back to kissing before doing it again.)
Hff.
( exhaling through his nose, he rolls his hips down on the bed—he's getting really... really turned on, cock aching with a dull pulse, but won't allow himself to get distracted by his own needs. not now. right now, he honestly wants to give, not take.
once Aoba feels like he's teased outside enough he pushes the tip of his tongue against that ring of muscle, just the barest penetration with its tip to see if that's received okay. )
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Aoba's not sure how to react to being told his face is obscene—he's embarrassed, because he hates showing weird faces almost most of all, but if he shies away now he might never get another chance to do this. or he'll get teased. is it really... obscene? that's a comment he's going to be thinking about later, for sure.
better to focus on what he's doing and not worry about making weird faces. not when Crowley's making so many good ones of his own, worthy of frequent glances when he can take them. he'd apologize to Jesus for leading this one astray if Crowley hadn't given up on that long ago, and he's not even a little sorry when he hears that guttural sound in response. so it's okay...? he likes it?
feeling the way Crowley's cock stiffens and encourages both his hand and his mouth. moving the pad of his index finger against its slit, he takes a chance on rubbing swirls against its head, experimenting in a way he hadn't before. slow, teasing still, wanting to draw more sweet reactions.
and—what would he like, if someone were doing this to him...? wanting to offer Crowley the same amazing things he's felt, he pushes his head down more, nudging chin in harder to tease his lips against that spot. kissing, swirling the tip of his tongue around and then flicking it, repeating the gesture over and over again in quick repeat and then slow, back to kissing before doing it again.)
Hff.
( exhaling through his nose, he rolls his hips down on the bed—he's getting really... really turned on, cock aching with a dull pulse, but won't allow himself to get distracted by his own needs. not now. right now, he honestly wants to give, not take.
once Aoba feels like he's teased outside enough he pushes the tip of his tongue against that ring of muscle, just the barest penetration with its tip to see if that's received okay. )
Nn..?