( kissing along his neck like this... lips pressing along its curve, slow and affectionate, it can't help but feel different. more intimate. and he really likes the way Crowley hides his face along his shoulder. chests press together; he could stay like this for hours, he thinks, tangled up and lost in the expanse of the vampire's touch and body.
his voice can't be contained; soft pants, whines, moans whenever Crowley hits an inch he particularly likes.
god, and the way his says his name as he grinds down like that. any man would get caught in Crowley's rhythm, lost in the comely sound of his voice and the way his breath hitches. mine. the word makes his stomach roll, another groan as he tries to pull himself in closer, like he isn't already as close as they can be.
trying his hardest to move along with him rather than just receive, Aoba grunts, presses his cheek against the side of Crowley's head and whispers: )
... Y-yeah. Yeah. I'm yours.
( does he understand? no, not really, but it's a selfish agreement; right now, he wants to be Crowley's. wants Crowley to be his. is it so bad to indulge in something so impossible in the heat of passion...? )
I'm yours so... so don't let go.
( another kiss, against the vampire's ear, nuzzling with all the affection that's been creeping up on him since the start. )
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his voice can't be contained; soft pants, whines, moans whenever Crowley hits an inch he particularly likes.
god, and the way his says his name as he grinds down like that. any man would get caught in Crowley's rhythm, lost in the comely sound of his voice and the way his breath hitches. mine. the word makes his stomach roll, another groan as he tries to pull himself in closer, like he isn't already as close as they can be.
trying his hardest to move along with him rather than just receive, Aoba grunts, presses his cheek against the side of Crowley's head and whispers: )
... Y-yeah. Yeah. I'm yours.
( does he understand? no, not really, but it's a selfish agreement; right now, he wants to be Crowley's. wants Crowley to be his. is it so bad to indulge in something so impossible in the heat of passion...? )
I'm yours so... so don't let go.
( another kiss, against the vampire's ear, nuzzling with all the affection that's been creeping up on him since the start. )