[ Crowley feels something else foreign to him in the midst of riding (quite literally) his orgasm out moments after, his breath hitching in the back of his throat when an unfamiliar warmth fills him. It's nothing unexpected but the other man could have at least given him a fair warning before reaching his climax; his thighs shake with mild discomfort, adjusting to this new feeling inside of him and allowing another sigh to be released. ] Aoba.
[ His breath is ragged, slowly easing himself from both his high and Aoba's lap—but not before he leans down to press fleeting kisses along the man's face, against his jawline, careful not to press his lips anywhere near his mouth before he ends it with one lingering kiss against his forehead.
He pulls himself away, abandoning that full feeling and instead choosing to lie next to the other man whose face wears evident exhaustion. ]
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[ His breath is ragged, slowly easing himself from both his high and Aoba's lap—but not before he leans down to press fleeting kisses along the man's face, against his jawline, careful not to press his lips anywhere near his mouth before he ends it with one lingering kiss against his forehead.
He pulls himself away, abandoning that full feeling and instead choosing to lie next to the other man whose face wears evident exhaustion. ]
Finally tired?