Mm?

( Aoba makes a surprised noise, glancing back to Crowley before pursing his lips, tiny crease pressed between his brows with the way his eyebrows shift. )

No... I don't think I could.

( an honest admission; after yesterday he's kind of sore, ache in his lower back and hips, and sensitive between them. even Aoba knows his limits, much as he might like the feeling of hard friction. so. they need the lube. lips stay pursed until his expression softens, rubbing his hands against the sides of Crowley's face again. )

It's fine. I'll get it. I can put my coil away, too.

( since it's better for that to not roll off the bed during, or something. pulling his hands back, he wiggles free, standing and stretching with a half-wince from how his body complains at the movements, dropping his coil down on top of his rumpled jeans and scooping to pick up the lube.

sitting back on the edge of the bed with a touch of gingerness, Aoba smiles, touching his fingertips against some of the reddened spots on his skin from teasing nips. he—kind of likes this. )

... I still wish I could give you one.

( he's accepted he can't, for several reasons, but hey. a guy can dream, right? )