[ Aoba is free to drag his fingers up and down his back and break skin so long as he doesn't get blood under his nails; his warning from earlier only came so quickly and with urgency because he was close to doing just that with his teeth, a drop of blood and he would have sired him by accident. And the last thing he wants right now is a responsibility, or the weight of knowing that he had turned someone after he has been sitting here bitter and desiring revenge for over eight hundred years.
So you can say that Crowley is protect him. Keeping him within this world where he's familiar with one vampire (possibly three, if he's really okay with meeting Chess and Horn) and not an entire city of them. And especially not as a vampire.
But it's fine now, there's no blood and even the small red marks Aoba has made on his back have already begun to heal.
Both hands drop as Aoba moves to settle his back against the bed, a smirk playing on his lips when he's told that he's wanted. A mental shrug, a small, breathless sigh, and Crowley crawls over to straddle the other man's hips. Thighs briefly brushing against one another as he reaches down to give the other man a reassuring stroke. By now it should be familiar, a knowing factor that it was indeed Crowley who was still here.
And listen, Aoba is really going to learn to appreciate that blindfold because the lack of sight must mean all of his other senses must be on fire right about know. That's what he likes to believe—he'll learn soon enough.
He's panting quietly as he lifts his hips and lines things up, fingertips at the head of the man's cock before running down his length as he slowly brings it to his entrance. Blunt, it's different from Aoba's fingers and causes a sharp gasp to exhale, free hand moving to the sheets for balance as he continues to settle with the sensation of feeling full. There's a shudder and flush of his cheeks, receiving pleasure in a way he hasn't, and soon enough that smile of his looks a little more crooked as he takes the full length of Aoba's cock and relaxes. ]
p5 is taking over my life sorry
So you can say that Crowley is protect him. Keeping him within this world where he's familiar with one vampire (possibly three, if he's really okay with meeting Chess and Horn) and not an entire city of them. And especially not as a vampire.
But it's fine now, there's no blood and even the small red marks Aoba has made on his back have already begun to heal.
Both hands drop as Aoba moves to settle his back against the bed, a smirk playing on his lips when he's told that he's wanted. A mental shrug, a small, breathless sigh, and Crowley crawls over to straddle the other man's hips. Thighs briefly brushing against one another as he reaches down to give the other man a reassuring stroke. By now it should be familiar, a knowing factor that it was indeed Crowley who was still here.
And listen, Aoba is really going to learn to appreciate that blindfold because the lack of sight must mean all of his other senses must be on fire right about know. That's what he likes to believe—he'll learn soon enough.
He's panting quietly as he lifts his hips and lines things up, fingertips at the head of the man's cock before running down his length as he slowly brings it to his entrance. Blunt, it's different from Aoba's fingers and causes a sharp gasp to exhale, free hand moving to the sheets for balance as he continues to settle with the sensation of feeling full. There's a shudder and flush of his cheeks, receiving pleasure in a way he hasn't, and soon enough that smile of his looks a little more crooked as he takes the full length of Aoba's cock and relaxes. ]
This is... [ different ] ... good.