( short-lived... and this won't be? that's what he wants to ask, mouth opening with that question, but nothing comes out. more than wanting to know—he doesn't. because he might not like the answer or... maybe he already knows. it's not like it's that hard to figure out.
so he just closes his mouth again, shaking his head. of course he wants to do this; if he didn't, he wouldn't have said yes. aching be damned. honestly, in a way, it feels good. every bit of it, remnants of something he doesn't want to forget. this way, it'll be fresher for a little longer.
or something.
Aoba turns, leaning in toward Crowley to kiss him again, an arm finding purchase over shoulders and around neck once more. like this, the other can dip down, skim along belly over hips, appreciating with a new slowness that some of their earlier encounters didn't allow.
it doesn't take long for that hand to find Crowley's half-erection, fingers wrapping around shaft to begin with a long, slow drag. working its full length, pressing the top of his palm down and kneading with fingertips, tilting up and pressing into the kiss harder with those slow jerks. the lube's right beside them, and he'll reach for that in a few minutes—he wants to feel Crowley first, in his hand, like this, before lube makes everything all slippery. )
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so he just closes his mouth again, shaking his head. of course he wants to do this; if he didn't, he wouldn't have said yes. aching be damned. honestly, in a way, it feels good. every bit of it, remnants of something he doesn't want to forget. this way, it'll be fresher for a little longer.
or something.
Aoba turns, leaning in toward Crowley to kiss him again, an arm finding purchase over shoulders and around neck once more. like this, the other can dip down, skim along belly over hips, appreciating with a new slowness that some of their earlier encounters didn't allow.
it doesn't take long for that hand to find Crowley's half-erection, fingers wrapping around shaft to begin with a long, slow drag. working its full length, pressing the top of his palm down and kneading with fingertips, tilting up and pressing into the kiss harder with those slow jerks. the lube's right beside them, and he'll reach for that in a few minutes—he wants to feel Crowley first, in his hand, like this, before lube makes everything all slippery. )