But he'll give Aoba the idea that he'll be safe from embarrassment. ]
So are you going to be the director?
[ He hears the acceptance and proposal clear as day, chuckling lightly before flashing a toothy grin. His hand comes up to cup his the man's cheek, fingertips lightly grazing against the hair near Aoba's ear before he's tilting his face for another kiss. He knows his touch amplifies in doing so, he's been doing it all night and stopping now is just out of question.
And then Crowley jumps from zero to one hundred, kiss hot and hungry as his tongue dragged inside of his mouth. Searing, with a newly found desire to claim—Aoba would allow it, wouldn't he? He said it was fine earlier, right after he had drank from him again and rooted with the fact that his blood was best.
Though that much doesn't matter. He moves down, lowers himself to the human's chest and stomach and leaves kisses there. Extending his tongue to drag across curves of lean muscle, hands exploring and appreciating the build of someone Crowley's undoubtedly become so infatuated with. Teasing lightly with his teeth, careful not to draw blood but enough to leave marks along with the wound to his neck that Aoba can look back on.
Crowley can feel a low, deep rumbling sound in his throat as he leaves his trail. ]
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But he'll give Aoba the idea that he'll be safe from embarrassment. ]
So are you going to be the director?
[ He hears the acceptance and proposal clear as day, chuckling lightly before flashing a toothy grin. His hand comes up to cup his the man's cheek, fingertips lightly grazing against the hair near Aoba's ear before he's tilting his face for another kiss. He knows his touch amplifies in doing so, he's been doing it all night and stopping now is just out of question.
And then Crowley jumps from zero to one hundred, kiss hot and hungry as his tongue dragged inside of his mouth. Searing, with a newly found desire to claim—Aoba would allow it, wouldn't he? He said it was fine earlier, right after he had drank from him again and rooted with the fact that his blood was best.
Though that much doesn't matter. He moves down, lowers himself to the human's chest and stomach and leaves kisses there. Extending his tongue to drag across curves of lean muscle, hands exploring and appreciating the build of someone Crowley's undoubtedly become so infatuated with. Teasing lightly with his teeth, careful not to draw blood but enough to leave marks along with the wound to his neck that Aoba can look back on.
Crowley can feel a low, deep rumbling sound in his throat as he leaves his trail. ]