[ If Aoba would have gotten up to go brush his teeth Crowley would have fallen asleep. Honestly they wouldn't even be in this situation if he hadn't read Aoba's request off by this much but he's not taking the blame for that. He didn't tell him where to put his mouth.
But he's fine with Aoba kissing anywhere besides his mouth. Which is why he appreciates the heat that presses against skin, breathing in deep and concentrating on tender lips. Still so soft after kissing and more, still so addicting after having them for so long now.
He wants to move his hips, shift them against Aoba's, to see him squirm, but unfortunately he's unable to in this position. What he can do, however, is take advantage of a foreign object pressing into him, but first he needs to settle and adjust. He sure as hell didn't do this for eight hundred years because no one offered... that's it.
He breathes deep, lungs expanding, if he had a heart it would be racing right now. ]
Mm... Aoba. Aoba. [ He grips onto the man harder, nails lightly scratch against his scalp as he begins to freely allow groans to slip past his lips. He realizes that by keeping everything in would make it difficult for him to register if what he's doing is right or wrong, so Crowley allows himself to unravel. The initial pain of having fingers stretch him out begins to subside, or maybe he's beginning to not care, because soon it's not enough. ]
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But he's fine with Aoba kissing anywhere besides his mouth. Which is why he appreciates the heat that presses against skin, breathing in deep and concentrating on tender lips. Still so soft after kissing and more, still so addicting after having them for so long now.
He wants to move his hips, shift them against Aoba's, to see him squirm, but unfortunately he's unable to in this position. What he can do, however, is take advantage of a foreign object pressing into him, but first he needs to settle and adjust. He sure as hell didn't do this for eight hundred years because no one offered... that's it.
He breathes deep, lungs expanding, if he had a heart it would be racing right now. ]
Mm... Aoba. Aoba. [ He grips onto the man harder, nails lightly scratch against his scalp as he begins to freely allow groans to slip past his lips. He realizes that by keeping everything in would make it difficult for him to register if what he's doing is right or wrong, so Crowley allows himself to unravel. The initial pain of having fingers stretch him out begins to subside, or maybe he's beginning to not care, because soon it's not enough. ]
Lay back. [ It's a firm demand. ] I'm gonna fuck you.