( and in a twist no one ever expected, somehow, as long as it's not being pointed out, Aoba doesn't mind doing this kind of thing. likes it. especially not when he's hearing groans in a whole new way, finger already damp with a couple drops of pre. it's—an experience. it's kind of addicting, having someone so damn appealing and strong squirming under his touch.

he doesn't notice Crowley bite his lip or see how the man checks for blood, but he does feel the way tenses and arches.

there's a guttural sound from his own throat. yeah. god, he wants that too. he doesn't stop straight away, still lazily teasing with his tongue and fingers, but when he does loosen his grip and slide back into his calves, he's panting, face flush and cock hard, )

... I want that too.

( but that's not stopping him from digging his fingers in at Crowley's hips and grinding his hips forward, playfully jerking the other man against him while rutting his cock up against where he'd been licking. brows knit together and lips parted in a silent gasp, Aoba shivers at the sensation of finally getting some friction. )

Hhh....! ( a weak noise, a short forced out breath at how good it feels, ) We... I have to stretch you out first, right...? We can—use lube this time.

( but really... it's whatever Crowley wants. Aoba looks up again, gold breaking through black lashes, simmering with a low-burning heat that's intense on the vampire's face, )

How do you want it?

( if Crowley's suddenly feeling like fucking another way, Aoba's okay with that.

... and even if he's still fine with the original plan, he sorts of wants to hear him say it. )