[ He moves the hand away from his face, chest rising and falling steadily, just a few degrees faster than ordinary breathing and yet enough to display that Crowley was undoubtedly aroused. Aoba's touch should be such a simple thing since it's registered in his brain that he's human—should be, why it works to have him painfully hard and wanting to mount the other man is yet another mystery.

The hard, solid length of Aoba's cock rocks against him and a hand reaches out to grab Aoba hips, fingers digging and hooking in like claws. ]

Stop asking questions. [ He's swallowed down what could have been another moan, brows furrowed as strands of hair stick to his face. ] Hurry and get the lube before I reconsider fucking you in public.

[ Or close enough to it. If the sun isn't out he can easily have him displayed in front of the window. If anyone happens to see then... whatever. If it makes Aoba feel any better then they can just use the blindfold.

Oh. Right.

While Aoba decides on whatever he wants—letting Crowley take control or getting the lube—the vampire twists his body to the side, pulling himself over to the edge of the bed and glancing over. That obnoxious shade of blue sure is a complete contrast compared to the carpet across the floor, easy to pick out and easy to reach before he's sitting up. ] Here. [ He rolls the shirt up so that the hem and neck holes form into a single one. ] Unless you can find one in there we'll use this as your blindfold.