( Aoba would rather it be this way, even if he was dangerously close to passing out, or being sucked dry. he doesn't want that guilt to weigh on Crowley. and it seems like his ploy worked; a smile ticks on his lips at the pull to his earlobe, and he returns that chaste kiss while it's there, relishing the feeling of the vampire's lips on his.
losing that comfortable stretching sensation is a little disappointing, but they can't stay this way forever. Aoba breathes out, relaxes back onto the mattress and makes a grab for a pillow to cushion against his body. seeking something to hold, press against his chest in Crowley's absence. )
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losing that comfortable stretching sensation is a little disappointing, but they can't stay this way forever. Aoba breathes out, relaxes back onto the mattress and makes a grab for a pillow to cushion against his body. seeking something to hold, press against his chest in Crowley's absence. )
Oh... ... what about donuts?
( that's not protein, Aoba. )