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crowley "begone thotticus" eusford ([personal profile] eusford) wrote in [community profile] collegestories2017-02-17 10:20 am

— BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE



*aoba voice* so like... is the good end dick just as good as the bad end dick. i'm asking for a friend.
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-21 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
You remembered.

( that's kind of surprising! there's even a bit of wonder in his voice at it. it didn't seem like Crowley would remember such an inconsequential detail. even if he's clearly not doing anything of the sort right now, he has to give Crowley credit for recalling what he does at all. )

No, I'm not working now. I'm off for the next two days.

( 'stood up'... did Crowley have a date? that's usually what one means when they say that, right? getting stood up must not feel very good. even if, to Aoba's studying eyes, Crowley doesn't look like he's very put out over it. or put out at all. regardless, there's a brief look of sympathy etching across his features at the notion. gone quickly, however, since there's no need to dwell on it. )

Yeah, let's do something fun. ( maybe being stood up won't be so bad then, right? ) There're bars, so we could play pool... or darts.

( look at him, not suggesting fucking for the next six hours right off the bat. how cute. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-22 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
( that teasing grin has him flushing a little, remembering just how he learned that Crowley can't ingest anything other than blood. that's... some kind of memory, for sure. the rest of his fluster comes from that comment. stay with him for two days?? is he serious? it's hard to tell.

for now, he focuses on the more apparently obvious, )


How could I forget? ( a mutter, sort of to himself, but certainly loud enough for the other man to hear, ) Besides, I don't want you to get sick.

( and it's not like he really wants to play bar games. a general suggestion and they're not in a bad location for it—but the way Crowley says what he does prompts another question: )

What... do you like? What's exciting for you?

( something that most people probably know before fucking a guy twice, but like, whatever. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-23 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
( war and swords.... and reading? wow. that's so 1787. even so, it makes Aoba smile, the sort of smile that says he's gently amused but not going to tease about it. blood.... that one's a given, but he's not sure there's a way to have fun with that? well. more than the one they've already indulged in before.

yet it seems that things are going to head in that direction even if he doesn't mention it. there's a hand around his waist and Aoba's easily pulled in, caught up in those words: I like you.

and—oh.

damn embarrassing?? damn straight. hands having pressed up against Crowley's chest on instinct when he'd been drawn in, fingers splayed, he flushes at the memory. yeah. yeahhhhhh he remembers. swallowing, his gaze flicks between Crowley's lips and eyes before settling on the latter, )


Y... yeah. You want to...?

( ... for two days?! no, he had to be joking about that comment.

it dissolves into Aoba biting his lip and squinting up at the other man: )


Are you teasing me?
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-23 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
( Crowley doesn't need to take hold of Aoba's face to keep his full attention—it's already there. he's not interested in anyone else around, not even a little. it's not a gesture that he minds, however, and having Crowley's face drawn so close to his own makes him want to push up on his toes and seal the distance that's left. which is why he presses his lips together on instinct, anticipating, remembering taste, feeling.

but then the man has to go and say that. it's got Aoba's jaw dropping, genuine surprise and embarrassment before his flustered squeak: )


What?! N-n-n-no!! You can't do something like that here, in front of people!!

( he'd die of embarrassment. sex is good and he's not shy about having it, but the thought of doing it in public.... he'll seriously die. )

I believe you. ( it's half scolding, half pleading. he's too young to die from extreme embarrassment. ) Let's go somewhere, okay?

( it's not like they don't have plenty of places to choose from. as if to coax him into not fucking him right in public, Aoba leans up, brushes his lips against Crowley's, a kiss meant more as a tease than anything. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-23 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's... not even going to explain why having brazen sex in public isn't decent. so he merely makes a nose in his throat in agreement, like, ah, yes, it could totally cost me my job. like he hasn't been fired from at least four at this point for less scandalous reasons.

at the mention of where he pauses. nnnnnah, he doesn't really want to get drained, already a little alarmed by whoever Chess is from an earlier comment. )


Ah... my place is no good either. My Granny's home.

( he would literally have sex in public before having sex with his Granny downstairs to possibly overhear. Aoba's way too noisy during and he knows it; he may never see these strangers again, but he has to look his Granny in the eye every day. could he do that if she heard how he sounds...? no. nnnnno. if she even met Crowley, no doubt she'd note his slight resemblance to someone else, too, which would make the previous even worse.

since that hand's dropped, Aoba's going to take advantage and snatch at it, threading their fingers together. )


So let's just go get a room. ( casually, he raises their joint hands so he can bite at one of Crowley's knuckles, scraping his teeth down before ending in a light kiss. ) That's fine, right?

( ... and he's just going to start leading the way to one of the smaller hotels he'd passed when chasing the man, since it seemed nice enough. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-24 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
( look.............. the less she knows about his kinks the better, tbh.

kinks of which may involve having his mouth on Crowley at almost all times. don't judge him, he's done nothing wrong and deserves nice things. like being fucked for two days.

as expected, Aoba doesn't note anything special about the hotel: his sense of smell is as average as anyone else's, though it's not like he's oblivious as to what's going on there. isn't that exactly what they're doing, too? but he doesn't say anything either. it's this, getting drained by one of Crowley's attendants, or having Granny overhear his sex noises. no brainer for him.

getting pushed against the wall while they're climbing the stairs up to their room of said hotel is startling, but also exciting. a sudden rush of adrenaline pushes blood through his veins and his heart sputters like an engine trying to roar to life, foot slamming the gas.

yet he also senses that childlike teasing, familiar with it from being harassed by actual children at work, and like... have you seen his pals Virus and Trip? seriously.... between the two of them, he's probably the one that can't wait, wanting to feel Crowley's hands on his body again. he'd always been sensitive, easily aroused, and even just remembering their texture when he's cornered against the wall turns him on.

which is why he just hooks his fingers against Crowley's throat to tug his face down, blunt nails biting crescents as he gives a dirty kiss. that's not his main gambit, however, much as he really likes kissing Crowley. it's his other hand that's more the point, moving to cup Crowley's cock through his pants and give it a firm squeeze.

when he pulls his mouth back and lips his lips he murmurs, )


If I can wait two minutes, you can.

( colored with tones that suggests that he'd eat Crowley if he could.

how's that for an appetizer? )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-24 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( this route is riddled with so many bad ends that involve Aoba dying in various ways. yet he continues on?? not like his stranger danger radar is completely off or anything.

or maybe the thrill he gets when Crowley says he's going to punish him for that move explains everything. a grin that shows teeth and Aoba's flushing again, cheeks and throat warmed, but it's not from any kind of embarrassment this time. he's called Crowley unfair at least a dozen times in his head in their past two meetings. unfair because he's attractive even when there's a flag of danger, unfair because he makes Aoba want to be greedy.

it could have easily toppled into having sex on the stairs if Crowley hadn't grabbed his wrist and made quick to their room. it's not a bad room, seems clean enough, and he actually has the moment to sweep it with his eyes because he's not being immediately manhandled. a little disappointing—is this his punishment? waiting the extra minute?

he huffs: )


Fine.

( ... though it's not much of a punishment when he's got view of Crowley peeling off his clothes. sitting on the edge of the bed, Aoba makes similar use of the time by tugging free his own belt and hooking his fingers into the waist of his jeans to shove them off. it's all done by touch alone because hell if he's gonna miss a second of Crowley stripping.

that's... that's a nice back. a really nice back. the kind that makes Aoba a little stupid as his gaze works along strong shoulders, handsome contours. damn boy, let him see those back dimples and the trail of spine, everything. maybe Crowley will tease him for being greedy again but he doesn't even care.

it's distracting enough that he doesn't even take his shirt off. his position on the bed changes so that he's on his belly instead, a pillow pressed under his chest and curved with his body, chin pressing lightly into the end that sticks up from between his arms. with his hips turned, his legs are crossed one over the other, showing pale thighs and calves against a crimson coverlet.

as Aoba blatantly watches he chews his thumb idly, keeping his mouth entertained by working a cuticle between his teeth and tongue. there's no real need to say anything; even if he can't really eat him, or mark him like he still wants to, he can totally ogle. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-26 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( how about both??

Aoba watches as Crowley moves across the room to close the blinds. ah. sure, it's dark now, but it won't be later, if they hang around long enough... the old vampire bursting into flame trope was honestly one he hadn't even been thinking about.

but even asking about that is likely to ruin a mood, he figures. maybe later or whatever.

when he's not being presented with the a very fine specimen of man. huffing, Aoba makes a face at the first comment: how the hell is he supposed to not stare?! the last two times they'd hooked up Aoba had been the main one in various states of mostly undress. it's his first time to really get a look at Crowley and it's... a little surprising. for someone that's been around for so long... wouldn't there be marks of that...? from before he became a vampire, even? but Aoba doesn't know his story nor does he really understand how turning works. are you supposed to stay the same as the moment you were turned? are you not? what changes? what doesn't?

but regardless of all of that—Crowley's incredibly nice to look at. he looks more like a model than a vampire, honestly, with impressive physique and unblemished skin.

thumb at his lip has Aoba's tongue curling out to touch it, licking the pad with its tip. )


Should I grab it again?

( that's a teasing comment if he's ever uttered any. but despite that, it's not what he actually wants to put his mouth on first.

the pillow Aoba'd been nursing gets tossed aside, left flat and sad on the ground in favor of instead dragging nails up Crowley's stomach, greedily learning the planes of his body. they don't leave marks, which is still disappointing, but there's a mild satisfaction in the cool texture of skin rough against them.

sitting on the bed gives him a good position to lean in and trail the flat of his tongue up underneath Crowley's navel, dipping the tip in a fleeting tease before moving up, scraping teeth against muscle before sucking down.

seriously, if Crowley's gonna just toy with the possibility of showing his dick, Aoba's hands are gonna drag back down and hook into into the waistband of his pants. tugging, to get his point across as he turns his head and nips at one of Crowley's hipbones: )


Wanna see all of you. Show me.

( it's not a request; more of a demand, breathless and wanting as it is.

and, isn't it obvious that he wants Crowley to keep that promise...? )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-27 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
( at the feeling of fingers threading through his hair, Aoba stiffens at first on instinct, from all those times before when people had made it hurt, and relaxing into the sensation of mixed pleasure and pinch when Crowley does it. breath getting heavy with his mouth paused against the man's hip, the warmth from his cheeks seemingly begins to seep down, making his chest warm and then his stomach, the heat pooling there siphoning into a dull ache between his thighs.

another short breath with something of a whimper on its trail. he's almost drugged up enough on his hair being combed so and having the taste of Crowley's skin against his mouth, tongue flicking out to lick the spot he'd nipped at and tasting again, to not notice that whisper—almost.

it makes him look up, eyes burning bright green and gold, pitch black pupils expanded with thick want.

Crowley's choice of distraction, however, is a good one. Aoba moves his hands away and licks his lips, allowing for the removal of cumbersome belts and the like. at the sight of Crowley's cock a tremor of arousal wakens something inside him, making his own twitch in response, uncomfortable against the fabric of his boxers. )


Mm. Better.

( running the tip of his finger along its underside, slowly, admiring its texture and how it's beginning to swell, Aoba tips his head to press a wet openmouthed kiss against its head. a stronger taste than licking his stomach had been. the thudding between his legs gets strong enough that Aoba has to shift them to ease some of it, painfully turned on from the full sight before him.

exhaling, he ends up shifting back onto the bed, hooking one hand onto Crowley's hip in a greedy tug, )


Come here. ( here, as in down onto the bed, with him, as he moves to recline back, ) I want you.

( ideally, he'd like to be on top of Crowley for a little, maybe suck him until he's fully hard—but he won't complain if Crowley has other ideas. probably. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-27 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( when his shirt's tugged up Aoba's breath catches, cool air of the room kissing his skin and making him squirm, heels pressing into the covers and rubbing down, barest friction serving no real purpose. the gaze on him, however, he minds not at all—maybe it's no surprise, but he likes having Crowley's focus.

just like he likes kissing him, too. the mouth on his is welcome and Aoba opens his in return instantly, tilting his head and rolling his tongue. Crowley's mouth is something a little more familiar to him now but that doesn't make him any less greedy for it; he sucks, flicks his tongue, coaxing and hungry and not caring if it gets messy.

in this, he hooks a possessive arm around the other man's waist. the first time he's really been able to skim that back, appreciate strong shoulderblades and graze fingernails along the dip of spine. nice. as that hand wanders he grabs for one of Crowley's wrists with the other, wanting him to touch a certain way—guiding, bringing that hand to the side of his chest, wanting to feel palm against his ribs and the pressure of fingers down hard against that sensitive area. not far, his heart is hammering, quick with growing arousal and excitement.

hff. he'd wanted to roll them over so that he'd be on top, earlier, but having Crowley over him... feels good, too. and it's not like he can't do some stuff this way.

drawing his hips up, wanting as much contact as possible, Aoba begins to wonder just how much he might be able to get away with. so that hand wandering along back trails south as he adds some bite to the kiss, muffled moans from the base of his throat as he skims over Crowey's ass and hooks his hand against the bottom of it, fingers digging into upper thigh and tugging so he can better grind up. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-28 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
( Aoba doesn't care, either. doesn't care if he gets cut while they kiss, tongue and lips burning hot from scrapes. it only fuels the urgency in his kiss; groaning, he whimpers out something that would be a name were it possible for him to be coherent. Crowley. maybe he should be concerned about being so into this and so into a vampire, but he's not. he... can't help what he wants.

noisy and noisier this time, now that they're alone in a private room, Aoba doesn't try to muffle his voice as much as he had the times before. letting himself melt more fully into Crowley, wanting to give as much as he can, wanting to take as much in return. and oh—when Crowley moves back against him he gasps loudly, trembles, squirms when he feels boxers being tugged down his thighs to help them over his knees so they won't tangle. they end up caught up around his ankles. he doesn't care about that either. too busy rutting, grinding, grip tightening and free hand clawing at the man's back in heated desperation.

then there's a hah of surprise when they're flipped, belly doing delighted summersaults at the switch in position. yeah, having Crowley on him most definitely feels good, but this ♥ view ♥. he can get used to seeing a nude Crowley sprawled out across pillows and mattress. so it's a laugh Aoba gives—genuine, bright, excited, teeth flashing from behind lips bruised from kissing.

it quickly melts into an expression of unbridled ecstasy, laugh trailing into a needy whimper as Crowley's hands continue to work against his ass. crease between his brows and lips turned from a U into an O, eyes lidded, as he presses his hands down on Crowley's chest to roll down against him. it's much better without cotton in the way, underwear having fallen away completely in the turn. the way Crowley says his name has him shivering, aching, wanting—so much. too much.

god, he wants him to say it again. )


Nnh... y—yeah... ( that cracks out, rough and broken from a throat raw from kissing, ) ...wanna taste you.

( it's better than a grunt and point, which Aoba probably would have even responded to. licking his lips, he bows his head and begins trailing his mouth down the other man's stomach, biting and licking, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he heads south, easing back into his knees and ignoring the ache between his thighs in favor of seeking out Crowley's.

which means Crowley can't continue to knead his ass, but that's for the best—Aoba might come too fast at this rate. once he finds Crowley's cock he grips one thigh with his hand, the base with his other so he can lick the head with the flat of his tongue, long blue strands falling around his face and making a curtain, ends tickling against the vampire's hips and legs like little kisses of their own.

the flavor almost has him salivating; Aoba works the long lick into another kiss before parting his lips wider, taking the tip in and swirling his tongue around it. then, turning his head and licking along the side of his length, pumping his hand as he works between taking him in and licking. glancing up with curious eyes, he tries to gauge reactions and figure out what Crowley responds better to before opting to take him in deeper, sucking, rubbing against the roof and walls of his mouth. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-02-28 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( so not only is Crowley way too sexy, he doesn't see how people would wanna stare? that's just unfair.

even if Aoba tends to lean more toward receiving rather than giving, with Crowley making those noises, coloring like that, he's starting to lean... in the opposite direction, despite previous promises. but seeing if Crowley's up for getting fucked isn't something he's prepared to act on; there are fingers in his hair and the feeling makes him at first shudder, then groan, the vibration heavy in his mouth as he somehow manages to keep working it through the heady sensation of pinch and tingle.

he can't color more, no, but a cold sweat breaks out across his forehead and his skin feels clammy. a bead trickles down the curve of his spine and shirt clings to his body, both nearly driving him crazy. bangs disheveled, uncomfortable with cotton trying to hold fast to his flesh, cock swollen and hard, Aoba's a mess if there ever was one. yet he doesn't care about that, either.

no... what he does care about is how Crowley's parted his legs wider. that's when the hand grabbing thigh slips, turns palm up, moves underneath his erection to knead at skin there, working fingers against the other man's balls as he continues to suck him off. dragging his mouth up, Aoba locks eyes with the vampire again as he draws his head back, a thread of saliva stretching and breaking from between lips and cock. )


Feels good?

( a cheeky question yet an earnest one, something he asks with a little smile as he licks his lips of the salty flavor that's graced them. he's much less concerned about getting off, himself, right now—if Crowley feels good, that makes him feel good.

he takes the pause as a chance to readjust himself, wrapping his arms around Crowley's hips so he can jerk the other man more toward him. he may not have a vampire's strength but he's strong enough to get his point across, kissing the swollen head again. )


Are you gonna come for me...?

( sorry he's like this )
Edited 2017-02-28 19:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-01 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
( god!! he'd take a picture to stare at instead but he's not even sure if the guy will show up in photographs or not?! he'd buy a whole calendar of Crowley pinups and support the Vampire Underground if that were even a thing.

the answer makes the corners of his mouth quirk up a bit more, a rush of warmth not from arousal but from the pleasure of a compliment. that he'd done a good job. even if he isn't going hard to try to make Crowley come right now—now, there's a little room for flirting, teasing, dragging it out and delighting in everything rather than falling into a quickie.

not that quickies aren't good. the last two times have definitely been good. yet there's something satisfying about sucking Crowley's cock until it's fully hard and then teasing, leaving kisses or licks, jerking his hand to get a nice sound or two. or more than two. now that he's heard him better than the last times, he'd like to hear more. )


I'll get you there.

( that's said with confidence, too, as he leans his palms down on Crowley's thighs squeezes them, golden green eyes burning bright as he leans foward to be closer to the other man's face. a little cocky, a little coquettish, offering a huff of a laugh after those words that's light, breathless.

but then he says that and Aoba blinks, a little surprised—take of his shirt and... close his eyes? is Crowley going to dare him to get him to come with his eyes closed or something? ah... is Crowley secretly shy? that's kind of cute. like Aoba doesn't equally dislike showing his own sex faces or anything. )


... Mm, okay.

( well, it's fine. the shirt's clinging to him anyway and it'll feel better with skin on skin contact. so Aoba leans back and takes his time stripping, crossing his arms and catching his shirt by the hem, revealing toned stomach and chest first before peeling it away from his head and arms.

tossing that behind him like a college student after a doubleshift, he stretches his arms over his head and looks at Crowley again, still wondering about the request but obliging anyway.

closing his eyes, he pats one hand down on Crowley's leg, merely for the reassurance of his presence even though he knows the man is there. )


This fine...?

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