( thank goodness for hotel provided toothbrushes!!
with the blindfold he doesn't get to see that neutral expression or the smile it turns into. all he hears is that laugh and he has to wonder if he... did something funny? pursing his lips, Aoba hugs a bit tighter in that moment, liking the way he can feel the vibration of that laugh in Crowley's chest, soft as it is. even if he's not sure if it's because he made a weird face and now he's being laughed at.
Aoba brings one hand up freely, doing as Crowley directs and putting it in front of his chest, palm up. even though he's expecting the coolness of the lube it's still a weird sensation, coating his fingers and dripping down, going as far as his wrist when he flexes them and rubs his thumb against the pads of his index and middle fingers. )
Ah. ( like this—it's better to go from the front, right...? ) Lean up, just a little...
( the arm around Crowley's waist tightens as he dips his lubed up, tip of his pinky finger brushing against the vampire's inner thigh. trying to go by what he's already learned of this body, which is... a lot, he's realizing, cheeks coloring a deep crimson at the thought. even when he's blindfolded Aoba can picture how he looks; a good thing he'd stared so thoroughly earlier, then.
resting his face against Crowley's shoulder because he doesn't want to show how red he's gotten, that hand finds its way up, presses against a ring of muscle. rubbing with one finger, teasing over that spot, he tries move in ways he did earlier that Crowley liked. it's easier with the lube, but the wet sound—doesn't do good things for Aoba's heart. flipping weirdly in his chest, his cock twitches in response and he swallows back groan. )
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with the blindfold he doesn't get to see that neutral expression or the smile it turns into. all he hears is that laugh and he has to wonder if he... did something funny? pursing his lips, Aoba hugs a bit tighter in that moment, liking the way he can feel the vibration of that laugh in Crowley's chest, soft as it is. even if he's not sure if it's because he made a weird face and now he's being laughed at.
Aoba brings one hand up freely, doing as Crowley directs and putting it in front of his chest, palm up. even though he's expecting the coolness of the lube it's still a weird sensation, coating his fingers and dripping down, going as far as his wrist when he flexes them and rubs his thumb against the pads of his index and middle fingers. )
Ah. ( like this—it's better to go from the front, right...? ) Lean up, just a little...
( the arm around Crowley's waist tightens as he dips his lubed up, tip of his pinky finger brushing against the vampire's inner thigh. trying to go by what he's already learned of this body, which is... a lot, he's realizing, cheeks coloring a deep crimson at the thought. even when he's blindfolded Aoba can picture how he looks; a good thing he'd stared so thoroughly earlier, then.
resting his face against Crowley's shoulder because he doesn't want to show how red he's gotten, that hand finds its way up, presses against a ring of muscle. rubbing with one finger, teasing over that spot, he tries move in ways he did earlier that Crowley liked. it's easier with the lube, but the wet sound—doesn't do good things for Aoba's heart. flipping weirdly in his chest, his cock twitches in response and he swallows back groan. )