[ Crowley can hear the way Aoba's heart begins to race, familiar with the beat and finding comfort in the sound echoing in his ears. Feeling blood course under his touch, body warm, finding the motion of the human's hand along his jaw unexpected yet stimulating at the same time. Cock hard and brushing against the sheets, aching for touch.
And then he just has to say that.
He puts some weight into his hands, lifting himself so that he's trailing fire back up Aoba's frame with his tongue. Stopping only once he's at the collarbone he had left alone, other hand moving to grab Aoba by his thigh. ] What did I say? [ Pulling said thigh, spreading it apart, Crowley settles himself between so that he may tease with a small roll of his hips. ] No more telling me to bite you, or should we stop here so you can eat?
[ He really will, even if he's hard and whatever he'll stop right here. ]
Because if you tell me that again I'll seriously get close to drinking you dry.
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And then he just has to say that.
He puts some weight into his hands, lifting himself so that he's trailing fire back up Aoba's frame with his tongue. Stopping only once he's at the collarbone he had left alone, other hand moving to grab Aoba by his thigh. ] What did I say? [ Pulling said thigh, spreading it apart, Crowley settles himself between so that he may tease with a small roll of his hips. ] No more telling me to bite you, or should we stop here so you can eat?
[ He really will, even if he's hard and whatever he'll stop right here. ]
Because if you tell me that again I'll seriously get close to drinking you dry.