( at first, Aoba merely soaks in the sensations, every nerve on edge with his lack of sight. every breath he greedily devours, every movement of hips, and when he feels the dampness of pre against his fingers he begins pumping in earnest, less lazily and more purposeful. rocking his own hips up and trying to match Crowley's rhythm. gasping as the length of his cock's taken in and, slowly, drawn back out the the farthest point before it's out before being pushed back in.
truly, he's not expecting Crowley to take it off. he's almost forgotten about his earlier groan when the man does finally move. warn fingers curling, he feels them, and his lips crack open to say something that only ends up falling into another gasp. shit, he wants to kiss him, cursing his own impulsiveness from earlier though he'd liked doing it.
trailing fingers end up around his face and Aoba lifts his chin, lips pursing, wanting to kiss but not finding a target. hah. isn't he always asking Crowley for more...? and every time, the vampire gives it to him—or so it feels like. it makes Aoba wish he could give more in return.
then there's light. blinking, pupils adjusting to the light again, he stares up at Crowley and—ah. is this what it feels like, when someone says that their breath's been taken away just by looking at someone? it must be, because it feels like his lungs can't hold any air. meeting Crowley's gaze, searching his face and soaking in his expression, how he looks, everything.
but before he can say something, Crowley says that. a heavy blush settles itself over his features, skin feeling hot and cold at once, a flash of something he can't even begin to understand. )
Nn....? ( beau—...? thinking about it only serves to make his flush heavier, even his ears gone hot with whatever feelings the word drags out of him. ) A... a... ah.
( he doesn't even know what to say. swallowing, he nods his agreement to the second part, )
Me neither.
( he's probably been dripping pre too, though it's not like he'd see, rolling his hips into the other man as he is. his hand finds its way back to Crowley's hip to grab, secure, beginning to thrust up with more urgency. the dull ache, the tight, pressing feeling in his gut, it's all beginning to spike and spiral. maybe it's because Crowley went and said something like that.... the kind of thing that can really get him riled up.
.... he's really not going to last much longer at all. that creeping, needy feeling's coming up on him fast, breaking a new sweat across his brow and making strands of hair cling to his face. )
Cr... Crowley.
( a desperate gasp, as the crown of his head hits back against the sheets and he pushes up again, breathing hard. )
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truly, he's not expecting Crowley to take it off. he's almost forgotten about his earlier groan when the man does finally move. warn fingers curling, he feels them, and his lips crack open to say something that only ends up falling into another gasp. shit, he wants to kiss him, cursing his own impulsiveness from earlier though he'd liked doing it.
trailing fingers end up around his face and Aoba lifts his chin, lips pursing, wanting to kiss but not finding a target. hah. isn't he always asking Crowley for more...? and every time, the vampire gives it to him—or so it feels like. it makes Aoba wish he could give more in return.
then there's light. blinking, pupils adjusting to the light again, he stares up at Crowley and—ah. is this what it feels like, when someone says that their breath's been taken away just by looking at someone? it must be, because it feels like his lungs can't hold any air. meeting Crowley's gaze, searching his face and soaking in his expression, how he looks, everything.
but before he can say something, Crowley says that. a heavy blush settles itself over his features, skin feeling hot and cold at once, a flash of something he can't even begin to understand. )
Nn....? ( beau—...? thinking about it only serves to make his flush heavier, even his ears gone hot with whatever feelings the word drags out of him. ) A... a... ah.
( he doesn't even know what to say. swallowing, he nods his agreement to the second part, )
Me neither.
( he's probably been dripping pre too, though it's not like he'd see, rolling his hips into the other man as he is. his hand finds its way back to Crowley's hip to grab, secure, beginning to thrust up with more urgency. the dull ache, the tight, pressing feeling in his gut, it's all beginning to spike and spiral. maybe it's because Crowley went and said something like that.... the kind of thing that can really get him riled up.
.... he's really not going to last much longer at all. that creeping, needy feeling's coming up on him fast, breaking a new sweat across his brow and making strands of hair cling to his face. )
Cr... Crowley.
( a desperate gasp, as the crown of his head hits back against the sheets and he pushes up again, breathing hard. )