[ His breath is hot against Aoba's neck, relishing in the sensation of the human's hips matching the rhythm of his own and adding more friction between pulling and pushing back inside of him. It has Crowley desiring to grab his cock, stroke the length of it, but he's persistent on holding him close like this. To keep him within intimate space so that he may be reminded that in the end, as it has been for the past eight hundred years, this was all for blood.
Of course the mix of pleasure wasn't bad, but vampires drove on blood coursing through a human's veins.
Crowley had to get this feeling out his brain, out of his body; affection, attachment, fondness.
He... cares for Aoba. A lot more than he should, a lot more than he's been allowed to for a human being in a long time, and that thought alone shakes him to his core. As if somewhere, deep down, there may remain remnants of a human being inside of him, and if that were to ever surface he knows that it would only cause more grief on his part.
So when he's given permission he lunges forward, opening his mouth and piercing his fangs into Aoba's neck. The hand on his shoulder dips down, finds the small of his back, and hoists him up effortlessly as his hips thrust into him harder and with lack of rhythm. Concentrating on draining his blood, just a mouthful so it wouldn't hurt him, than anything else. ]
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Of course the mix of pleasure wasn't bad, but vampires drove on blood coursing through a human's veins.
Crowley had to get this feeling out his brain, out of his body; affection, attachment, fondness.
He... cares for Aoba. A lot more than he should, a lot more than he's been allowed to for a human being in a long time, and that thought alone shakes him to his core. As if somewhere, deep down, there may remain remnants of a human being inside of him, and if that were to ever surface he knows that it would only cause more grief on his part.
So when he's given permission he lunges forward, opening his mouth and piercing his fangs into Aoba's neck. The hand on his shoulder dips down, finds the small of his back, and hoists him up effortlessly as his hips thrust into him harder and with lack of rhythm. Concentrating on draining his blood, just a mouthful so it wouldn't hurt him, than anything else. ]