[ Crowley doesn't look to Aoba in indifference, but if there were a third party here it certainly would appear so. However it's brief, just a neutral stance as he settles into this new position, before the corners of his mouth slowly lift into an all too entertained grin. He wants to laugh and allows himself to do so, but it's nothing like the mirthful sound from earlier and actually is much softer in comparison.
Aoba's an... enigma. He's seriously too cute for his own good. In his world humans are viewed as livestock, a source of food and survival, anything more makes them eccentric. Or perhaps Crowley's the one that's different, considering he's greedily indulging himself in everything Aoba is willing to give him.
Except for kisses. At least for now. He's gonna have to brush his teeth and get some mouthwash first. ]
Right, right.
[ He reaches between them, shifting back just a tad to grab the bottle from between Aoba's knees. ] Give me one of your hands. Just put it in front of your chest, palm up. [ It's a gentle demand, but a demand none-the-less, the cap having already been open after the other man's flustered response. And Crowley waits until Aoba does so, patiently of course, before he's squeezing the bottle and coating the man's slender fingers with lube. ]
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Aoba's an... enigma. He's seriously too cute for his own good. In his world humans are viewed as livestock, a source of food and survival, anything more makes them eccentric. Or perhaps Crowley's the one that's different, considering he's greedily indulging himself in everything Aoba is willing to give him.
Except for kisses. At least for now. He's gonna have to brush his teeth and get some mouthwash first. ]
Right, right.
[ He reaches between them, shifting back just a tad to grab the bottle from between Aoba's knees. ] Give me one of your hands. Just put it in front of your chest, palm up. [ It's a gentle demand, but a demand none-the-less, the cap having already been open after the other man's flustered response. And Crowley waits until Aoba does so, patiently of course, before he's squeezing the bottle and coating the man's slender fingers with lube. ]