[ He's starting to hate Aoba for what he did earlier, focusing on his lips and wanting to kiss him but he can't. But he's too preoccupied at the moment to let it bother him for long, easing into the feeling of Aoba's hand continuing to pump along the length of his cock and groaning in new delight when it's accompanied by the slow movement of his hips.
Their bodies are synced to a degree because Crowley can feel himself getting close. Clear drops of pre dipping eagerly against the man's stomach, heat twist in his stomach and it's something akin to a mix of pain and pleasure. He feels like he gets why this is enjoyable, but something is... missing. A key component, a missing fragment, this time he actually puts some thought into why that is; he continues the languid way to move his hips and drag Aoba's cock slowly out before he's being filled up again.
And then it hits him, much later after Aoba first mentioned wanting to see his face, but Crowley takes his time before making a move.
His hand drifts up to grab the man's wrist that's tangled in the sheets, prying fingers away from the bed and pulling it to his lips. Kissing gently, breath heatedly pressing against slender fingers and a warm palm before his teeth tease against skin. These actions are brief, however, and Crowley drags his fingertips down Aoba's arm before he stops at his face. ] You're asking for a lot. [ He follows the shape of his jaw, panting lightly, before finally pulling the makeshift blindfold out of the way.
His face flushed, body warm, he feels so much more exposed when he looks the human in the eye—but he found a solution to what he was searching for earlier. ]
... Mm, beautiful.
[ When's the last time he thought something was beautiful? ]
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Their bodies are synced to a degree because Crowley can feel himself getting close. Clear drops of pre dipping eagerly against the man's stomach, heat twist in his stomach and it's something akin to a mix of pain and pleasure. He feels like he gets why this is enjoyable, but something is... missing. A key component, a missing fragment, this time he actually puts some thought into why that is; he continues the languid way to move his hips and drag Aoba's cock slowly out before he's being filled up again.
And then it hits him, much later after Aoba first mentioned wanting to see his face, but Crowley takes his time before making a move.
His hand drifts up to grab the man's wrist that's tangled in the sheets, prying fingers away from the bed and pulling it to his lips. Kissing gently, breath heatedly pressing against slender fingers and a warm palm before his teeth tease against skin. These actions are brief, however, and Crowley drags his fingertips down Aoba's arm before he stops at his face. ] You're asking for a lot. [ He follows the shape of his jaw, panting lightly, before finally pulling the makeshift blindfold out of the way.
His face flushed, body warm, he feels so much more exposed when he looks the human in the eye—but he found a solution to what he was searching for earlier. ]
... Mm, beautiful.
[ When's the last time he thought something was beautiful? ]
I'm not gonna last much longer.