( a murmur that's a little louder than the earlier acceptance, but not by much. how's even supposed to..? it's not like he's ever done anything like this before. there are a few seconds there when Crowley's still teasing him with kissing that he can think about it and internally roast with embarrassment at the prospect, still at odds with catching himself on tape being ... lewd.
but then Crowley jumps from zero to flaming and Aoba's caught up, )
Mhh! ( but it's a good reaction despite the surprise, eyes closing as he melts right into that spike of attention. he did say it was fine earlier, didn't he? and it's not like he's changed his mind since then.
and when that mouth moves down Aoba makes another noise, half between startled and turned on. ) That's...
( no blood, but the scrape of teeth feels good without the puncturing of skin. hands coming up, fingers twisting into Crowley's hair, Aoba tucks his chin and tries to look down at lips moving against his skin. shaky breath, his heart's picked up the pace rapidly, going from languid to near-racing quick enough to make him dizzy.
that noise... can we say that Crowley's getting a little... growley? awful pun aside, it's hot. one hand loosens out of hair to fall along the slope of chin and jaw, rubbing fingers down in a petting motion. maybe it's because they're more familiar now, but Aoba's body reacts to Crowley's touch almost immediately. back arching up, heat peppering across his skin, a mix with the kiss of air against fresh marks along his throat. )
I want you to bite me.
( like that isn't a terrible idea for Aoba, not having eaten, already bitten once, fucked thrice yesterday...... but that usually feels good for Crowley, right? plus, it's not like he isn't weirdly into it.
it doesn't have to be a lot, right......... it's fine........... good life choice )
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( a murmur that's a little louder than the earlier acceptance, but not by much. how's even supposed to..? it's not like he's ever done anything like this before. there are a few seconds there when Crowley's still teasing him with kissing that he can think about it and internally roast with embarrassment at the prospect, still at odds with catching himself on tape being ... lewd.
but then Crowley jumps from zero to flaming and Aoba's caught up, )
Mhh! ( but it's a good reaction despite the surprise, eyes closing as he melts right into that spike of attention. he did say it was fine earlier, didn't he? and it's not like he's changed his mind since then.
and when that mouth moves down Aoba makes another noise, half between startled and turned on. ) That's...
( no blood, but the scrape of teeth feels good without the puncturing of skin. hands coming up, fingers twisting into Crowley's hair, Aoba tucks his chin and tries to look down at lips moving against his skin. shaky breath, his heart's picked up the pace rapidly, going from languid to near-racing quick enough to make him dizzy.
that noise... can we say that Crowley's getting a little... growley? awful pun aside, it's hot. one hand loosens out of hair to fall along the slope of chin and jaw, rubbing fingers down in a petting motion. maybe it's because they're more familiar now, but Aoba's body reacts to Crowley's touch almost immediately. back arching up, heat peppering across his skin, a mix with the kiss of air against fresh marks along his throat. )
I want you to bite me.
( like that isn't a terrible idea for Aoba, not having eaten, already bitten once, fucked thrice yesterday...... but that usually feels good for Crowley, right? plus, it's not like he isn't weirdly into it.
it doesn't have to be a lot, right......... it's fine........... good life choice )