( it's sensory central with the blindfold over his eyes. he's keenly focused on every brush: the way Crowley's thighs rub against his, the stroke that draws a weak groan, the weight that bears down on him and the warm, tight feeling that comes with it.
it... is familiar, now that they've been so thorough with each other, which somehow makes it better. even if he really wants to see Crowley's face, a guttural ache in his chest, it's still good. really good. there's no keeping the gasps down and he doesn't even try, back arching up and toes curling. everything growing tense as that sensation of wet and warm goes down on him and it's... completely different on this end.
the way he reacts, the sounds he offers from this kind of sex, are different too. squirming, trying so hard not to jerk his hips up into that heat. his fingers tighten on Crowley's hips before one slips, kneads the skin beneath Crowley's navel in appreciation before pulling down to grab his cock, pumping with slow, generous strokes. he—always likes it when someone's jerking him off when he's adjusting to their size, so... maybe Crowley will like it too?
as the vampire relaxes, Aoba tries to as well. still working his hand, but keeping it slow, a more sensual experience than a frantic one. )
... I'm glad. ( he really is. that he could be... what, Crowley's first? and that he thinks it's good. ) You feel—really... ( good. but it also doesn't feel like a strong enough word to describe the experience. ) ... I like... how you feel.
( it's a short jerk of his hips up, experimental, and Aoba shudders with the way it feels. a heavy breath, and he presses his head back into the mattress hard. oh. )
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it... is familiar, now that they've been so thorough with each other, which somehow makes it better. even if he really wants to see Crowley's face, a guttural ache in his chest, it's still good. really good. there's no keeping the gasps down and he doesn't even try, back arching up and toes curling. everything growing tense as that sensation of wet and warm goes down on him and it's... completely different on this end.
the way he reacts, the sounds he offers from this kind of sex, are different too. squirming, trying so hard not to jerk his hips up into that heat. his fingers tighten on Crowley's hips before one slips, kneads the skin beneath Crowley's navel in appreciation before pulling down to grab his cock, pumping with slow, generous strokes. he—always likes it when someone's jerking him off when he's adjusting to their size, so... maybe Crowley will like it too?
as the vampire relaxes, Aoba tries to as well. still working his hand, but keeping it slow, a more sensual experience than a frantic one. )
... I'm glad. ( he really is. that he could be... what, Crowley's first? and that he thinks it's good. ) You feel—really... ( good. but it also doesn't feel like a strong enough word to describe the experience. ) ... I like... how you feel.
( it's a short jerk of his hips up, experimental, and Aoba shudders with the way it feels. a heavy breath, and he presses his head back into the mattress hard. oh. )