[ He can't feel the way Aoba's fingers curl into his hair or how tight his hand is within his own. Paying close attention to the taste of his blood, realizing that it tastes even better than from the night before and forces himself to stop before he finds himself completely incoherent. Unwilling to let go, because if he had continued to swallow down a few more mouthfuls then there's no denying that the human would be close to death.
So one is enough, to which Crowley unhinges and pulls his fangs out of his neck. Examining the two wounds before pulling back.
Normally he would just lick the remnants of blood dripping from the open wound, but he steels himself. Because in the back of his head, where heated instinct lay waiting for him to make such a small mistake, he knew that he would drink the human dry.
Focus returning as his cock throbs, wanting release, and within the next few thrusts Crowley rumbles out a heated groan as he buries himself inside Aoba. Screwing his eyes shut as he meets his orgasm, toes curling upon being greeted to that all too satisfying edge. His grip goes slack, carefully dropping the man onto the mattress as he unravels with slow, deep breaths of air.
He doesn't sit up as he catches his breath, but he doesn't move his face away from Aoba's shoulder either. Whether it's out of concern for the man's health or because he feels content is... obvious. Chest purposely pressed against the other's so he can feel the beat of his heart. ]
Sorry.
[ That's the most his throat will allow him to get out. ]
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So one is enough, to which Crowley unhinges and pulls his fangs out of his neck. Examining the two wounds before pulling back.
Normally he would just lick the remnants of blood dripping from the open wound, but he steels himself. Because in the back of his head, where heated instinct lay waiting for him to make such a small mistake, he knew that he would drink the human dry.
Focus returning as his cock throbs, wanting release, and within the next few thrusts Crowley rumbles out a heated groan as he buries himself inside Aoba. Screwing his eyes shut as he meets his orgasm, toes curling upon being greeted to that all too satisfying edge. His grip goes slack, carefully dropping the man onto the mattress as he unravels with slow, deep breaths of air.
He doesn't sit up as he catches his breath, but he doesn't move his face away from Aoba's shoulder either. Whether it's out of concern for the man's health or because he feels content is... obvious. Chest purposely pressed against the other's so he can feel the beat of his heart. ]
Sorry.
[ That's the most his throat will allow him to get out. ]