( a dust of pink that Aoba will never get to see, blindfolded as he is. he's relying on the sounds Crowley makes, trying to focus on them, respond when he feels a press against his fingers or chest.
the way Crowley situates his hands feels good. around his waist, on top of his head... it's reassuring, along with the encouragement to do more. it means he's not doing a bad job so far, right? go ahead. it's with a heavy flush on his own, making his cheeks and throat warm, that he nods. his own noise from parted lips, mouthing over Crowley's collarbone, skimming his lips.
.... he should have brushed his teeth before they started this. not kissing is frustrating, but it also keeps him focused on the task at hand. his cock twitches between them, hips jerking up with need. hard breath, calming himself, he channels that want into the movement of his fingers. )
Crowley. ( a low utterance, soft, as he opts to instead rub his forehead against the other man's chest in affection. ) Nn.
( it's okay... so he presses the tip of his index finger up, using the lube and sliding it in to the first joint. it's only a few seconds that he waits to allow Crowley to get used to the sensation; quick enough he's moving up to the thicker second joint, rubbing the pad against walls, fascinated by how it feels.
he's—tight. he's really never done something like this before? in eight hundred years?! but it's nothing Aoba's going to ask. only continues pushing his finger in until he can't anymore. curling his finger a little more before he pulls it out half way and pushes back in, slow, almost teasing, though he's trying to be considerate too. the lube makes it easy to push in and out, blushing harder at its wet sound.
and when he feels like he's loosened up enough, he's going to try to add a second finger. look at him go. )
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the way Crowley situates his hands feels good. around his waist, on top of his head... it's reassuring, along with the encouragement to do more. it means he's not doing a bad job so far, right? go ahead. it's with a heavy flush on his own, making his cheeks and throat warm, that he nods. his own noise from parted lips, mouthing over Crowley's collarbone, skimming his lips.
.... he should have brushed his teeth before they started this. not kissing is frustrating, but it also keeps him focused on the task at hand. his cock twitches between them, hips jerking up with need. hard breath, calming himself, he channels that want into the movement of his fingers. )
Crowley. ( a low utterance, soft, as he opts to instead rub his forehead against the other man's chest in affection. ) Nn.
( it's okay... so he presses the tip of his index finger up, using the lube and sliding it in to the first joint. it's only a few seconds that he waits to allow Crowley to get used to the sensation; quick enough he's moving up to the thicker second joint, rubbing the pad against walls, fascinated by how it feels.
he's—tight. he's really never done something like this before? in eight hundred years?! but it's nothing Aoba's going to ask. only continues pushing his finger in until he can't anymore. curling his finger a little more before he pulls it out half way and pushes back in, slow, almost teasing, though he's trying to be considerate too. the lube makes it easy to push in and out, blushing harder at its wet sound.
and when he feels like he's loosened up enough, he's going to try to add a second finger. look at him go. )