( warmth floods his cheeks anew, color sitting heavily there, deep red and pink splotching along his throat. interlocking fingers, hand pinned to the bed... it strikes him as more sensual than anything they'd done before. especially with Crowley looks at him like that. sounds like that. both together elicit a lip-bite; Aoba's teeth skim over his own bottom lip, eyes lid, heart quickens.
feeling Crowley's palm pressed against his... he can't help but squeeze back, clasp, try to keep him there. god—he's gonna come, can feel it, right on the cusp of spilling over. )
Ah...? ( a dazed sound broken from his throat, and his lips work uselessly for a second. didn't Crowley tell him to stop asking?? ) But you said that...
( trailing off into another gasp, shifting, trying to grind his hips up once more. but if he's asking... Aoba won't get in trouble for saying it, right? maybe it's just something he wants to hear? another slow breath before he nuzzles against Crowley again, cock twitching with his impending climax. )
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feeling Crowley's palm pressed against his... he can't help but squeeze back, clasp, try to keep him there. god—he's gonna come, can feel it, right on the cusp of spilling over. )
Ah...? ( a dazed sound broken from his throat, and his lips work uselessly for a second. didn't Crowley tell him to stop asking?? ) But you said that...
( trailing off into another gasp, shifting, trying to grind his hips up once more. but if he's asking... Aoba won't get in trouble for saying it, right? maybe it's just something he wants to hear? another slow breath before he nuzzles against Crowley again, cock twitching with his impending climax. )
Crowley... Crowley, bite me. Want you.