( he thinks this souvenir is pretty darn good, but the coil drops down onto the sheets anyway when fingers that have become so familiar curl around his wrists. it's easy to manipulate him to where he's wanted, pliant and shifting easily, wanting the close contact. it's not like he wanted to move, comfortable as they were before.
and Crowley knows how much he likes kissing; Aoba closes his eyes in it, kissing back, resting his weight in. at its end his chin goes up to give more room to kiss along his neck, eyes lidded in his enjoyment of the attention. )
Hah...? Specific...
( that's—oh. flushing, he makes something like a mutter, words that aren't really words yet. dipping his head and trying to catch Crowley's mouth in another kiss, )
M-maybe. ( but it's... is it really okay? the thought of one featuring us makes him flush. that's really embarrassing. could he even really look at it? muttering low again, ) Just you is better. I'd look weird.
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( he thinks this souvenir is pretty darn good, but the coil drops down onto the sheets anyway when fingers that have become so familiar curl around his wrists. it's easy to manipulate him to where he's wanted, pliant and shifting easily, wanting the close contact. it's not like he wanted to move, comfortable as they were before.
and Crowley knows how much he likes kissing; Aoba closes his eyes in it, kissing back, resting his weight in. at its end his chin goes up to give more room to kiss along his neck, eyes lidded in his enjoyment of the attention. )
Hah...? Specific...
( that's—oh. flushing, he makes something like a mutter, words that aren't really words yet. dipping his head and trying to catch Crowley's mouth in another kiss, )
M-maybe. ( but it's... is it really okay? the thought of one featuring us makes him flush. that's really embarrassing. could he even really look at it? muttering low again, ) Just you is better. I'd look weird.