( the way Crowley says his name... again, that heated way, sends a shock through Aoba's system. making him want... more. skin near crawling with desire, goosebumps making him cold along with flashes of heat that almost make him dizzy. it's... different on this end. knowing he's the one drawing those sounds is pretty... addictive.
in return, his own body tenses. nails digging into Crowley's back as he tries to focus on keeping his hand moving, not enough to break skin because that's something he's being careful of now, but something to channel his restlessness into. a needy sound cuts out of his mouth without warning, sounding way too lewd to his own ears, especially now that he's relying on sound and touch. biting down on his lip, Aoba swallows back a few more heated groans. sweat sticks to his face underneath the shirt and it's uncomfortable, making fabric cling.
working his fingers, moving up to a quicker pace and considering pushing in a third when Crowley tells him to lie back. another shallow breath, heart racing despite having been moving at a comfortable pace for the most part. )
Y... yeah. ( pulling his hand back, loosening the arm around Crowley's waist, ) Crowley... want you.
( Aoba wants to help more, help line up and put it in or something, but he knows he's pretty useless for that when he can't see. so he falls back onto the mattress, hair fanning out against the sheets and hands resting lightly against Crowley's hips. chest rising and falling with labor, what's visable of his cheeks and the curve of his throat flushed pink.
his cock's straining, painfully erect, and it's difficult not to squirm or roll his hips up trying to get some friction between them. )
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in return, his own body tenses. nails digging into Crowley's back as he tries to focus on keeping his hand moving, not enough to break skin because that's something he's being careful of now, but something to channel his restlessness into. a needy sound cuts out of his mouth without warning, sounding way too lewd to his own ears, especially now that he's relying on sound and touch. biting down on his lip, Aoba swallows back a few more heated groans. sweat sticks to his face underneath the shirt and it's uncomfortable, making fabric cling.
working his fingers, moving up to a quicker pace and considering pushing in a third when Crowley tells him to lie back. another shallow breath, heart racing despite having been moving at a comfortable pace for the most part. )
Y... yeah. ( pulling his hand back, loosening the arm around Crowley's waist, ) Crowley... want you.
( Aoba wants to help more, help line up and put it in or something, but he knows he's pretty useless for that when he can't see. so he falls back onto the mattress, hair fanning out against the sheets and hands resting lightly against Crowley's hips. chest rising and falling with labor, what's visable of his cheeks and the curve of his throat flushed pink.
his cock's straining, painfully erect, and it's difficult not to squirm or roll his hips up trying to get some friction between them. )