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*aoba voice* so like... is the good end dick just as good as the bad end dick. i'm asking for a friend.

[ okay then maybe he'll like his punishment more than crowley thinks. yikes.

But Crowley breathes out a quiet laugh. Whether or not Aoba grabs him now doesn't quite matter, he'll remember that; that confident, teasing remark that brings a smile to his face.

Even as the human moves bring blunt nails to his stomach, enlightened over the feeling of hands mapping out his body. Not like like the smaller, much more slender fingers of his attendants but something warmer, growing into something familiar. Different in a way that felt good. Tempting.

Carefully, knowing that he'll get some sort of reaction from it, Crowley brings a hand to Aoba's hair. Dipping fingers into strands, slowly combing through, he tilts his head slightly before his lips part to let out a whisper. ]

... Why can't I say no to you?

[ It's not a question he wants answered. When it leaves his mouth it echoes in the back of head, and he realizes that it may seem like he's getting hooked more than an attempt to tease back. Especially when it's not accompanied with his usual drawl, sounding genuine.

No, he'd much rather drag Aoba's attention elsewhere now that that's left him and moves to bring his hands to his belt. Working to unbuckle and pull it out from its loops before dropping somewhere to the beside the man seated before him, popping open the button before dragging his zipper down. It's a swift motion, hands reaching the waistband of his pants before pulling both that and his black boxer briefs down his thighs.

There he hisses out, cool air embracing his swelling cock.

His gaze moves from himself, quarter-lidded eyes staring down at the figure before him. ] Better?

( 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. )

[ He's being lapped up as if Aoba was a puppy, but he'll save that imagery for a situation more appropriate. Those whimpers, the shallow breath, and tongue against his skin has Crowley wanting to curl his fingers and tug on long strands of blue, but he restrains himself. Despite instinct and desire telling him otherwise, there was still that itch in the back of his head that swayed him; the very core of his personality that was still kept together over the course of eight hundred years.

It's so hard not to, though. But if he can't tug and pull as mercilessly as he wants to on hair he'll put all that effort elsewhere. In a kiss, in a bite... who knows.

That thought is thrown out the window and into the cold street the moment a warm tongue meets flesh. He brings the back of his hand up to his mouth, chewing the inside of his cheek to muffle down a groan. ]

That's obvious. [ He comments, but it doesn't sound smug. Just stating a fact.

And when Aoba calls Crowley over, moving back and giving him space, he doesn't have to tell him twice. The human receives his wish of seeing Crowley without any clothing when he pulls his pants down to his ankles and steps out of them, the bed sighing underneath his weight in the process.

Of course he can't keep his hands off of the other man once he has the chance, a similar want similar to Aoba's surfacing when his fingers dip underneath the hem of his shirt and pulls up. He can't help but to stare, observing a toned stomach and chest before his eyes lift further up. It's almost instantly that he pulls himself closer, a parted mouth meeting a pair of lips in a heated kiss. ]

( 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. )

[ This little introductory touch made, he allows his hand to be moved against ribs and his fingers to dig into skin. Heartbeat echoing across flesh and vibrating against his palm, which in turn has him almost growl into Aoba's mouth. It's such a simple touch, a feeling that humans are accustomed too, but perhaps it's having lost that rhythm that Crowley wants to embrace it.

He leans in more and with gusto, a hard pressure of lips, teeth, and tongue, hoping to taste that greed the human expresses through a kiss. He shows little care of whether or not his fangs scrape against lips or tongue, skin tingling as fire spreads across his chest the moment their bodies make contact.

Crowley breathes, sighs, and soon enough groans; friction in the form of flesh against cotton. It's not satisfying enough even as he brings his other arm to dip into the small of Aoba's back to meet the movement of his hips.

Grinding down, breath hitching in the back of his throat, he drops his hand further down and his fingertips tease the band of the other man's boxers before sliding down. Pulling them down smooth thighs, patience dwindling, Crowley doesn't hesitate to grip onto Aoba's ass with a hungry sort of aggression.

But he wants more--wants to feel more. More warmth, more pleasure, more of whatever Aoba is willing to give to him.

Humans are greedy but so are vampires, in Crowley's defense it's what they want that makes them different. And how they perceive who can and cannot get what they desire.

He moves to his side, then his back, conveniently yet unintentionally bringing the human's wish to life by dragging him on top of him. Parting their lips his hair frames his face and he ignores the way his braid hangs against his shoulder, concentrating on having both hands grip onto Aoba's ass. Massaging him with his palms, tugging him into a familiar angle that causes a soft sigh to roll off of the tip of his tongue. ] Aoba. [ And the name that follows is unintentional, too, brows furrowing. ] Suck me off.

[ Eloquent. ]

( 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. )

[ The laughter he receives is brief and yet does something unfamiliar in his chest. Obviously no beating heart or flips, it's not anything close to the fire of sexual desire his body has been building since they walked in, he doesn't know how to describe it and opts out of putting any more thought into it than he already has. It's unnecessary; he's just here for the sex.

It helps when he remembers how many people have kissed their way down his chest, to his stomach, following the same motion and ending in the same position of Aoba--at least that's what he forces himself to believe.

This is new, exciting, electrifying, blessed heat meeting his length in exchange of the Aobooty. The lips to the upper half of his body ebbed that wave of heat between his legs and within seconds he's back to experiencing it again, completely unguarded despite knowing all to well what was next.

Crowley moves to rest on his elbows, relaxed and watching with narrowed eyes while quietly maintaining any small, heated sighs escape his throat. Pleasure spreads across his thighs and it's easy to ease them just slightly wider, as it's a decision made on a whim (like most of what Crowley does).

He reaches out once more, hand resting on Aoba's head. Observation from earlier reminds him of what a mess the other man was just from combing through his hair, and while he's certain it can't be possible for him to become anymore flushed he does wonder what would happen if he did it again. He inclines his head to the side, fingers dipping into hair and nails meeting scalp, gently teasing. ]

Mm--... hnnh! [ A lush groan rattles out of his throat, sucking in a breath in response to the work on his cock. Slender fingers and a warm mouth, his cock twitches and he closes his eyes briefly as an all too evident red begins at the back of his neck and builds to his cheeks. It's an expression he doesn't want anyone seeing but he doesn't dare to break away from any sort of eye-contact.

And before you ask: no, he still doesn't understand why Aoba couldn't keep himself from looking. ]

( 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)

[ Once you've seen your own face for over eight hundred years and knew you were hot back in the day--listen, it's just a vampire thing. ]

Shit. [ He curses between sighs, fingers combing through hair in response to that vibration around his cock. Coaxing him, he feels the need to grip and set Aoba in place and it may appear that he was in the process of doing that when his fingers twitch. Index and middle finger coming together and accidentally pinching hair.

And it doesn't help when he feels fingers curl and massage his balls, breath hitching in the back of his throat before he tosses his head back. All too sensitive to both that and how warm Aoba's mouth feels working up his length, lust-filled eyes observing as he draws back and leaves a brief line of saliva.

He scoffs, matching that smile with one of his own. ]

Yeah. [ He answers, breathing slow. ] You're good.

[ Surprise, surprise--Aoba is a man of surprises, his pull unexpected and causing Crowley's eyes to widen before the head of his cock is being embraced with another kiss. Soft lips, warm breath, he feels frustrated within this grasp but in some odd, strangely addicting, sort of way.

Crowley's not wishy-washy, he likes what he likes and dislikes what he dislikes, and at the end of the day he really likes this. This confidence, that mischievous little grin he receives... it brings a desire to take the human in every way possible. ]

Depends if you'll be able to get me there.

[ To that edge. It's not impossible considering its been done before but they didn't stop to chat mid-thrust the last time Crowley had his cock out.

But he sits up, hands digging into the mattress as he settles. ] Hey, take off your shirt and close your eyes for a second.

( 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...?

[ Aoba please chill out you can take post cuddle selfies with him later. Canon hasn't proven it wrong so fuck it.

Crowley is already beginning to appreciate not having to be on a time crunch. Honestly he could have spent more time on Aoba, especially during their first meeting if he hadn't gone and gave in to temptation and bitten him. But in that moment, between already having a taste and seeing that smile, he couldn't help himself. Blood excites him, it's a source of food and a pleasurable taboo (in human eyes) rolled into one.

That smile does something to him, too. Subtle and yet there, motioning forward instead of back when Aoba comes closer and dipping his head down to press a chaste kiss against his lips. Cockiness and flirtation are answered without hesitation and with his own bit of seduction as he purposely drags a tongue across his top lip once their mouths part.

And he waits for that shirt to be abandoned somewhere with the rest of their clothes, even if his hands twitch slightly with the desire to grab, bruise, and mark clear skin. Now that Aoba is completely undressed he can appreciate all of him--see all of him, a trick of the mind that keeps Crowley staring even after the human closes his eyes.

... For some reason he misses the color of his eyes already. Gross. ] I wish we had a blindfold. [ He can feel whatever this is trying to overstimulate the rest of him and he forces it back down to wherever it came from, pushing it into the darkness of his mind and making it easier to erase. Even if it just temporarily.

More importantly Crowley is so hard that it's almost aching; leave him with Aoba's mouth for a few more minutes and he really will come. ]

Yeah. [ It's whispered. Hand reaching to grab the one that settles on his leg, bringing it up and mimicking an action Aoba had performed earlier. Teeth against knuckles, lips against skin, he skims and peppers with light kisses that lead up the man's wrist, arm, and soon ending at his shoulder. ] Just a little longer. Keep 'em closed, Aoba. [ And his name is said in a breathless euphoria. It rolls off of his tongue so effortlessly, in a pitch and tone that he originally never intended to leave his throat. However he doesn't hate it and that's made evident when his mouth moves to bite and suck against a collarbone. ]

Ah... I made a mark.

[ Remember that belt he kept on the bed for conveniences sake? It's being used now. Aoba may hear it clink subtly as Crowley reaches to grab it, bringing both of the human's wrists in front of him before firmly tying leather around them. It's done easily and in a timely fashion, it's pretty evident that he's done this more than just a few times. ]

You can open your eyes now. [ If he hasn't already. ]

( there will be no chill, you asked for this!! selfie cuddles, yes, A+ )

A blindfold?

( ahhh... so Crowley really is into sensory deprivation. Aoba's about to point out that they could easily use his shirt or something, then opts not to, because that means being apart of not having 24/7 access to looking at the man naked.

... but... he really doesn't hate it when there's a mouth on his hand with the wet touch of teeth and tongue. sensation stronger when he's not looking as he's rapidly focusing on that one spot, breathing in sharp and shaky at the way arousal coils around his bones. fingers curl into palm and he whimpers, mouth working with no words coming out, attention moving with the ascent up his arm.

Crowley says his name again the way he likes and he groans with impatience, near squirming as he presses his thighs together in an attempt to ease the sharp jolt it sends through his groin. nngnnhh.

nodding his chin up once that mouth has found his collarbone, he swallows, heart jerking like it might just fail at any second. another gasp at the bite, Aoba's leaning up into it, wanting more, so ready to tell Crowley he can make as many marks as he'd like. so involved in the way the prickle of pain mixes with euphoria he... doesn't notice the clink of belt at all. which is why he's caught off guard completely when he feels something cool and stiff tighten around his wrists. )

.... Hah!?

( a comical sound as he stares at his bound wrists, eyes having opened once he realized what was going on. staring crosseyed at the belt, blinking, mouth open in an o of surprise, he glances back up to the vampire with the look of a pooch having been tricked into wearing booties with deceitful belly rubs. the metaphor even extends as he struggles against it for a second, trying to figure out how to wiggle out, without any success.

how... is he supposed to freely grab Crowley's cock with his hands like this..?! or his ass?? or play with his hair...??

he can't. )

Why, how...?

( he's still processing this, hold on. line pressing into his brow as he pouts, lips pressed together as he huffs out a half whine, half pleading sound of: )

Crowley.

( let him ooooutttt. like... it's super hot.... but he likes being handsy!! )

Edited 2017-03-01 17:09 (UTC)

[ Listen Aoba isn't allowed to kinkshame him.

Somewhere between all those kisses Crowley possibly--he definitely--mumbled a quiet "your voice" in there; for Aoba to hear alone, left incomplete for a reason, and his lips curl up into a grin. One mark is enough for now because sure enough he'll have mapped himself around this body throughout the night.

Or two days?? Who fucking knows.

And he breaks into an even brighter smile when Aoba reacts to being tied up. Responding to the surprise that leaves his throat with a hearty bit of laughter with the same sort of genuine joy he receives while fighting, leaning back onto the palm of his hand as he keeps the other on Aoba's wrists. ]

I told you that I'd punish you. [ He knows Aoba likes being handsy!! It's been obvious since day one and taking that privilege away from him is going to be... interesting, at least that's what Crowley's hoping. ] But this is only part of it.

[ Which means that there's more to come--more torture, for the human's part.

Leaning closer he brings a hand to Aoba's face, fingers slowly tracing the curve of his jaw before stroking his cheek. ]

Because I couldn't do everything that I wanted. [ He's referring back to what Aoba said, to what made him thrust senselessly into him before biting into his neck, in a husky voice. However that's not to assume Crowley had been waiting since their first time, having already begun the process of forgetting the first syllable of Aoba's name before he caught sight of his face the second.

Vampire memory sucks when it wants to force all of the human out of you. Aoba can learn of Crowley's shitty backstory and be like "wAIT A MINUTE" later.

He hoists the other man's arms over his head, settling them on broad shoulders and at least giving Aoba time to play with the back of his hair. Tugging him forward he's pulling the smaller of the two into his lap, humming softly as a warm, flushed body was now against his. ] And because I like you, so I like doing this to you. [ Likes teasing him... yes. ] And you like it too, don't you?

( wasn't the waiting around his punishment?! and... there's more?? looking up at the other man again: )

Part..? Se... seriously?!

( he came out to have a good time and honestly he's feeling so attacked right now. first Crowley binds his wrists together which limits how much he can grab, then the vampire claims it's because he likes him, and then points out that Aoba likes it anyway. like. rude?! even if he's right—Aoba does like it, a lot of that stems from how he happens to like Crowley back. would he let some random punk off the street tie his wrists up without a kick to the face?!

... we're ignoring, of course, that Crowley was a random punk off the street when he propositioned Aoba the first time. details that are clearly unimportant.

especially in the wake of being drawn against the man, arms hooked around his neck. it does let Aoba touch his hair and he takes advantage of that, tugging at his braid with a bit of petulance. but... Crowley's lap is really good, and his body even better pressed hard against him.

but there are still questions. what does Crowley mean by, 'because I couldn't do everything that I wanted'? what else did he want to do? it's not like they spoke about what they liked or anything. and, does Crowley tease all the guys he likes? like a schoolkid poking his classroom crush with the sharp end of a pencil? and what was that, those words the man had murmured while giving him those distracting kisses...?

he better unlock this backstory soon, damn it.

squirming in his lap, Aoba rolls his hips, grinds, seeking some relief for the way his cock still aches, left forgotten in wake of discovering one of Crowley's kinks. )

Mmh... I... don't... hate it, ( because he's not going to lie, though he is going to bite at Crowley's chest now that he's level with it, ) and... I like you, too. A little.

( he may have never done this if he wasn't in the perfect position for it—but Aoba cocks his head, now that his mouth's his best tool, and bites bites bites over one of Crowley's nipples. pushes his tongue down against it in that bite, sucks, breaking away and wishing that he'd leave some kind of ring of teeth with it. it doesn't, of course. )

... Is the blindfold the other part?

( someone's trying to needle out some answers. )

Seriously.

[ He came out to attack people and he's honestly having such a good time right now. Absolutely nothing new considering Crowley does a lot of attacking in canon and... having a great time despite losing an arm here and there, it reattaches and after eight hundred years some injuries start to feel like a light pinch more than anything else.

Anyway that has nothing to do with the fact that he has a really cute guy on his lap right now. Naked and obviously pouting, slightly irritated, over the fact that he has a new limitation. Perhaps if the roles were reversed Crowley would be more considerate, but then again he doubts a belt could do much if he used a little effort. Instead, he's still all smiles despite his braid being tugged at. ] Chess did my hair this morning, [ When will he stop mentioning his girls!? When they stop gassing him up, probably. ] so I'd be careful if I were you.

[ Not really a warning considering he's certain the other vampire wouldn't go out of her way to find Aoba or anything, but again to simply see how he will respond--so far he hasn't been disappointed when he speaks honestly. ]

Hmm? [ His throat warms up, hands resuming their position on Aoba's ass and encouraging him to grind his hips down in a small circle. That and the feeling of teeth against his skin causes a sharp intake of breath to pass his lips; turned on, growing excessively more needy despite appearances, Crowley attempts to handle himself so he's not skipping the foreplay and going straight to fucking Aoba into the mattress. ] Aoba's not being completely honest with me, is he~?

[ It's cute seeing him bite at his chest, somewhat surprised when he latches on to a nipple and bites down hard enough into the inside of his cheek that he nearly draws blood. Nearly, not successfully, and that's fortunate for the both of them. ]

Nope. [ Someone's going to give some straight answers, but only for what is asked. ] But I'm sure you'll be interested in one soon enough. [ Is he bullshitting? Is he being honest? Only time will tell. ]

I've also found a way for you to mark me, but you'll have to beg for that.

[ But he doesn't remain still after releasing that information. Leaning forward to open his mouth and breathe heatedly against blue hair, dipping closer to suck on a few strands and teasing with his tongue. His grip remains firm as he decides to motion his hips upward and contribute more to their build in friction, sighing with content in the process. He's already painfully hard, which Aoba can evidently feel whenever the lengths of their cocks brush against each other. ]

Just like you'll have to beg for me to fuck you~.

( Aoba would have a concern if he knew Crowley just reattached his own severed arm like what the fuck, why do the hot ones always have such weird shit going on??

but his current concerns are less macabre. it's hard to keep scowling when he's being encouraged like that; obliging, he rolls his hips, rutting, using his belted hands as a means of support against the back of Crowley's neck. a strangled noise hits the back of his teeth and he tugs again at Crowley's braid anyway, apparently not minding much if he's drunk dry for messing with it. it's hard to care about self-preservation when he wants a vampire to fuck him into the mattress right now.

and... maybe he'd fibbed, saying he only likes Crowley a little, but he doesn't correct himself on that. just meets the man's gaze with his own, heated and intense, filled with wants and demands and desires and...

... and... what?!

there's another choking noise from Aoba as his expression melts into something more embarrassed again, )

Wh... ( beg?! that's... god, that's... evil. unfair. those are both things he really wants, damn it, and Crowley's going to make him beg for them?! ) —hnnnh.

( a groan, harsh, strangled noise of distress and need as he presses himself up against the vampire's chest, hooking his chin against the sweep of muscle between shoulder and neck. grinding harder, trying to find some relief but everything falls short of the thought of Crowley's cock pounding into him.

plus. is there really a way to mark him? is that a joke? and what was that about Aoba possibly wanting a blindfold?! Crowley... really likes to tease, doesn't he? )

I wanna know.

( stating the obvious, huffing it out, frustrated. wanting. ugh. yet he struggles with the concept of begging all the same, turning his head to work his mouth against the vampire's neck. won't he cave? won't he do it anyway?

.... he's not going to cave, is he?

Aoba swallows, keeping his head turned to avoid having his face in view as his low plea ekes out, a hair above a whisper, if that: )

.... .. please... I need you... want you now... so, please... please, fuck me...

( he's dying inside. why is Crowley like this?! )

[ If Aoba wanted human!Crowley he should have contacted dreamwidth user prex, he's stuck with the shitty vampire who can snap his neck back into place.

With the patience of a saint he waits for Aoba to respond. Heavily turned on and wanting, he breathes softly yet there's evident hunger that bubbles in the back of his throat and surfaces whenever their bodies rut against each other. It doesn't help that the hair tugging stimulates pleasure, too, something he tries to conceal but fails when he grunts; a rough sound that's not one to hint at any protest.

His composure gathers quickly, grinning when soft lips come to brush against his neck. Crowley's reminded of when the human bit him with the sort of vigor he didn't expect from him, anticipation settling into his stomach and slowly spreading. A cold bead of sweat drips down his spine and he tilts his head and allows the other man better access to his throat.

He finds it funny. One of the rare occasions where he wants to be bitten, and by a human of all things.

But-- ]

What was that?

[ --Aoba should have seen this coming. ]

I couldn't hear you properly.

[ One hand grips and digs into Aoba's skin, stopping the movement of their hips all together as the other comes between them and wraps his fingers around the man's cock. Fingers run along the underside of his length, palm coming across the head once he's made it to the top before he slowly--painfully so--rolls his fist down Aoba's cock. He repeats this process, rhythm and speed slowly building up over time. ]

You're going to have to be more specific, too. [ Crowley really likes to tease, but most importantly he likes to see how far a person is willing to go to get what they desire. Humans were interesting creatures if they tried.

Also if Aoba thinks this couldn't get any worse... it does. Letting go of his waist, allowing flesh to breathe, Crowley brings his index and middle finger to his mouth before sucking lightly. Coating digits with saliva before his arm hooks itself around the man's waist and travels south, index finger teasing at his entrance. ] Or else I'll just think you want me to fuck you with my fingers.

( look, he loves kinky shitty vampire Crowley even if he's grossly reattaching limbs... but if given the chance to seduce an oathsworn man of faith he ain't gonna say no.

desperate is beginning to feel like an understatement. the slow draw of Crowley's hand is devastating, making him twitch and gasp, trying to jerk his hips to get a hit of something more satisfying. the rough groan strangling deep in his throat is one of frustration, aching, wanting, needing. like the breath that expands his lungs, the very blood that's pumping hard through his veins. )

Liar. ( an accusation that has zero heat. it's near a sob, a wrecked groan when he feels a wet finger teasing at him. shit. ) You, but...

( you can hear me, his defense, only it never makes it to actual words. he'd been teasing a bite earlier but now he does it, hard, driven by frustration so furious that has nowhere else to go. digging his teeth in and pulling hard on Crowley's hair, messing up the braid that had been so lovingly made up. he can't. he can't... wait... like this.

tugging his hands back so that the belt cuts tight across his wrists, cutting flesh and rubbing red as he twists them, yanking on hair he's now twisted his fingers into. )

Crowley... Crowley...!

( Aoba's pulled his head back now so he can look the other man in the face, lips bruised and eyes burning bright again, intense, like a coin struck by sunlight: )

Fuck me, I want—I want your cock. ( pleading, earnestly begging, voice breaking with sweet allure: ) I... I need you, please. Please... want you to fuck me hard, into this mattress, right now. Don't wanna wait anymore. Can't wait, I can't... can't wait. Give me—need... need you in me, fuck me till I can't think. Please.

( breathing hard, chest feeling like it's about to crack open, )

Please...

( his voice catches then, trailing into a needy whimper instead. swallowing, eyes pleading as he refuses to break eyecontact.

welp. guess he flung his shame out the window. he might just follow after it. )

[ LOVE'S A BIG WORD... anyway no one listened to any oath of chastity including Crowley so Aoba can seduce all he likes.

The way Aoba moves is cute. A bit sloppy, but that's to be expected when being teased and promised for more and just a breathes away from receiving that. It's not like he lacks in any technique and is some hormonal teen whose finally found relief, the human is experienced and moves into his hand with a desperation that's gone unpracticed until today.

Crowley wonders for a moment if no one has bothered to unravel Aoba to this extent, but it's brief and interrupted by the feeling of blunt teeth and sharp canines at his throat. Once more, as ironic as it feels, Crowley feels a shiver of humilating delight and he almost wishes that Aoba was a vampire aiming to draw some blood from him--but he's not, and he needs to be careful not to cause any breakage of skin.

He doesn't want to accidentally turn him.

To Aoba's delight he may see that there's a hint of red and marks against Crowley's neck, but they're brief and will fade within second. So unless he's paying attention they'll disappear before he has a chance to drink in the fact that he managed to leave something, even if temporary... but that's not the type of marking Crowley was speaking of earlier. ]

Raw? [ He chuckles softly, drawing fingers back so that he can grope his ass. ] I'm starting to think that you're a masochist. [ Because they're not in the thirteenth century where lube wasn't invented and both parties had to get creative with what to use. Perhaps there's something here in the room that they could make work, maybe the staff had stored somewhere, but considering Aoba can't wait he'll just have to suffer with the typical bl protag getting done dry scenario.

But hey apparently he's used to that.

So Crowley maneuvers their position, shifting to his knees before turning and settling the smaller man against crimson. Gentle with his touch, a complete contrast to what he's being begged to do, already eased well between Aoba's legs and humming lightly as lips come to kiss his face. Starting at his cheeks, then the tip of his nose, Crowley is purposely toying with the little patience he has left. Dick hard and desiring warmth, needing relief. ]

Oh yeah, I forgot one more thing. [ It's said with a charming smile, hand briefly skimming against the man's stomach before he's gone far enough to grasp his own cock. Dripping lightly with pre, flush and hot against his own hand, excitement bubbles in his stomach as he leans closer and uses his other free hand to pull at Aoba's hips; panting quietly as he lines himself up. ] You're not allowed to come unless I say so.

[ And mercilessly he gives Aoba no time to protest, seeing stars and closing his eyes shut as he shoves himself inside and--damn, even if they did it once it was such a different wear to what he's used to. He does take time to savor the feeling, however, hand moving aside once he's down to the hilt and finds itself curling into the sheets. ]

Fuck, Aoba.

( love like you love a really great cheese sandwich...!! b-baka...

and, wow, don't kinkshame him. there's almost certainly something nearby they can use: in the nightstand table drawer that's gone completely ignored, for instance. but Aoba is used to most of his encounters not involving it (stares at DMMD and then stares at the camera like on The Office) and... he... does like the pain. only when it's mixed in with a healthy dose of pleasure, not into getting hit with no gentleness, but he is wildly turned on now.

which is why he can only make a noise at the masochist comment. like... what other guy has let Crowley bite him and raw him all on one go? maybe some, but probably not as eager as Aoba. the lube would probably have been welcome if Crowley didn't tease him so much—it'd be devastating if the vampire pulled away from him even to just go get it. so he'll deal.

... even if Crowley's being gentle at first. his back's pressed into the covers and he squirms, yet meets those kisses with a startled but pleased sigh. even when he's begging to be ruthlessly fucked, he'll always appreciate tender, intimate kisses. but the there's—Oh yeah, I forgot one more thing—and Aoba stiffens, looking up at the vampire and at his charming smile. watching him line up is fucking hot but ribbed with anxiety from what he's going to say... is this where the blindfold comes in?

no.

ah. oh. he gets it now. gets why Crowley said he'd want the blindfold. he wishes it were just a blindfold.

but he can't complain, not when he's being driven into and pain and pleasure flair up together in a bubbling mess. he cries out, hitting his head back into the mattress, hands straining so hard at the belt that the chafing begins to get bloody, scratches from struggles against unrelenting leather.

You're not allowed to come unless I say so.

...

... ... what...

.... ..

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???

his breaths are fast and shallow as his heart hammers dangerously in his chest, lungs not getting enough air and making him dizzy, lightheaded, as he's overcome with a feeling of being full and a sharp ache of pain at his core.

frankly, it's a miracle he doesn't come from the penetration alone. the best answer he can respond with is a series of broken noises as he arches his back, presses his shoulders down into the mattress. getting used to his size is the most difficult thing—he's had Crowley before but only once, so he's still somewhat unfamiliar. the position had been vastly different as well, with Aoba the one in control. this way, it's the opposite. when he's found a breath that decides to stick around he grits out: )

C... Cro... Crowley...

( looking up at the other man from lidded eyes, hot and bothered, hair a mess across his face and shoulders. somehow through all of this he manages to muster up a scowl, tiny lines in his chin and between his eyebrows, )

Why... why can't I come...?

( why you gotta be so rude )

[ If Crowley was still a man of faith he'd describe each and every breath Aoba released was heaven to his ears. It almost causes him to overlook the sound of a heart beating so rapidly and the faint scent of blood in the air, but when he catches it sweat begins to break and cause shivers to run across his back.

He doesn't feel overwhelmed, but he's captivated enough that he nearly leaves the human unanswered.

But who's to say Aoba will be paying any attention to what Crowley has to say after he starts moving? Fortunately he doesn't have the idea in his head that he's in a race or anything and has to fuck the human beneath him good and hard before something pops up, but he's certainly living up to the man's request. Crowley holds Aoba's hips as he braces himself on the mattress, thrusting in a deep angle and aiming for those bundle of nerves that would leave even him gasping for air. ]

Because I said so.

[ He finally answers in a husky voice, running his tongue along his teeth as fingers dig into flesh. ]

I mean you can, if you want, but then... [ His words trail off and it's something done on purpose. That's information for him to keep for himself in case Aoba does release without any permission, and given recent events he's confident that it's an inevitable certainty.

A bead of sweat on his brow drips onto the chest below him, eyes rapt to a sight that he's becoming familiar with thanks to void memeland. Of Aoba underneath him, searching for cues with each drag and sharp push back inside, because despite being incredibly rude he's at least being considerate enough to make sure this isn't too painful for the other. Crowley can feel a sharp, pleasurable pain burn and ripple through him as he continues to thrust into an all too unprepared ass. ]

( he is absolutely not paying attention to what Crowley's saying after the man starts moving. not when he's finally doing what Aoba wants, holding his hips and thrusting into him in a way that rips a cry from his throat. that angle. it sends a twisting sensation straight to his core, making him gasp and shiver, tremble, squirm, kick his legs before awkwardly hooking them around the vampire.

even if Aoba's appalled by the order he's still trying to obey. his fingers twitch and it's only by clinging to that order that he doesn't try to grab himself and stroke, even if his arms do swing between going down and going up. he settles on up and over his head as he twists his fingers into the covers, tugging, using that an anchor as he rolls his hips and tries to meet those thrusts. squeezing in response, against the heat inside of him, trying to get it deeper.

it hurts. of course it does—not only is he lacking any lubricant but Crowley only teased his ass a little. yet the pain mixes with an undeniable pleasure that he's dying to get more of, a mess of delighted tremors, a euphoric expression etched across his features.

yeah, Crowley, you picked up a weird one. just leave him in the garbage cans outside when you head home.

the look soon extends into a laugh—a faint thing that grows stronger, breathless and excited, drenched with low-pitched allure and honeyed sweetness, rasped from bruised lips. )

Crowley, ( the man's name groaned in that same honey tone, ) Crowley.

( orders or not, Aoba's going to have no control over his orgasm, inevitable certainty it is. maybe if he'd been given those orders from the start. maybe if they had used lube and erased the painful elements that so easily sent him over the edge. maybe if he paced himself earlier and didn't get so drunk on seeing the man naked. seriously, maybe if Crowley wasn't so damn hot.

maybe, maybe, maybe. what he feels now is that prickling sensation at the small of his back, the ache in his groin swinging up hard, and that mix of numb and intense all at once crushing down on his chest like a weight.

rutting, grinding, hips jerking and his cock twitches as pre trails, warning about his impending orgasm before he can even managed to croak out the words. thoughts blown from his mind, he's a being of desire and want, trying to reach a goal. he's sweating, skin gone clammy with a wash of cold and hot flashes. god. god. he feels Crowley right down in the marrow of his bones. )

I—I can't, I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!

( and unless Crowley stops him, which he probably won't, because telling Aoba to do things and watching him fail must also a kink of his, he's going to come. hard. whoops. he's so hopeless at following orders. )

[ He feels himself being pulled closer when thighs squeeze at his sides and hook around him, forcing Crowley to have the disadvantage of not being able to pull out so freely. But it's not so much of a problem, hand still keeping him balanced at it lay sprawled on the sheets. He takes this as an opportunity, if anything, to ride out his weight into Aoba's body with no remorse.

Given that reaction, the gasps and laughter that fills the silence as the bed sighs underneath them, he assumes that the human wouldn't have it any other way. Especially not when Aoba says his name in such a tone, one that leaves him breathless for a brief moment and considering tearing that restraint off so he can feel warm, soft hands against his body.

His hand even begins to snake up to where Aoba's were, done completely out of desire rather than thought and Crowley has to grip into a pillow until his knuckles turn white from stress to stop himself. His throat feels dry, raw, as something close to a growl crawls out.

It's impossible for him to slow down or even think straight when the man responds so eagerly. Doesn't help that Aoba's face alone is disgustingly adorable and when he expresses his euphoria, seduction, and desire all at once Crowley can feel himself forced closer to that familiar edge.

But he's not about to come after he talked all that smack. Denying it to himself even as his balls feel hot and heavy, wanting.

But thank fuck Aoba can't hold himself back despite orders, which causes an all to mischievous grin to curl up as Crowley slows down the movement of his hips until finally coming to a stop. ]

Aoba. [ His name is said in a husky drawl, red eyes sparked with lust as he brings his hand to the smaller's chest. Lifting up he takes in the sight of the man's release spilled all over his torso, chuckling softly as he evens out his breathing and glances up once more. ] You really suck at holding back.

[ It's obvious--been obvious.

He brings his hands to Aoba's legs and pulls them off of him, which isn't hard considering the man was post orgasm and drained of energy.

But that didn't mean Crowley was going to stop there. Not even as he slowly pulls himself out, already missing being embraced by warmth as he sits on his heels. ]

So that means you'll have to be punished. Again.

[ IT JUST NEVER ENDS POOR AOBA.

But he's going to take advantage of his position of being in control and flips the other man over to his stomach. Leaning forward he places his hands at his sides, mouth meeting a shoulder blade before teeth catch onto skin and he bites. Hard. Following up with the same treatment across his back before Crowley extends his tongue and drags it across Aoba's spine slowly.

His hands don't remain still as he continues further south, moving to the man's hips and lifting them once satisfied.

Straightening his back, Crowley takes in the view of Aoba in this position and purses his lips to release an all too teasing whistle. And as if to add insult to injury he has to make a comment: ] You look really good like this. [ Just in time to raise a hand from the man's waist and dropping it back down to give the human's ass a hard smack. No prep, prime, or even a hint that that was what he was aiming to do next, but is anyone surprised? ]

( post-climax but still reeling, Aoba barely hears Crowley's chiding words. he's a mess of nerves melting together, everything feeling particularly sharp and sensual, from the covers under his back to the man moving against him.

or—the man that was moving against him. Aoba lets out a forlorn groan when Crowley slows and pulls out. the loss of that full, stretched feeling is crushing, and in his opinion punishment enough for losing a battle they both knew he couldn't win. he had wanted Crowley to finish in him, wanted to feel the trickle of come down between his thighs when he got up later.

which is why he grits out a whine: )

Not fair.

( but he doesn't fight back. can't, as pliant and satisfied as he's become in his post-orgasm state, absolute putty in the vampire's hands much as Aoba wants to latch onto him again. which is why he only grunts when flipped, making another wanting noise while shoving his face down into the comforter. the belt still holds his wrists together tight and the chafing makes them hurt, a slow thud, a steady beat. it's a brief moment of outright sulking, because damn it, he doesn't want to be punished, he wants Crowley to keep fucking him. it feels so empty without him inside.

sulking is, however, very hard when there's a mouth on your back. the bite has him choking on a gasp, jerking his stomach down and shoulders up as his head still hangs, strands of hair falling all around. )

Chha...!

( short, pained, yet also delighted. the tongue has him squirming and rubbing his sensitive cock down into the mattress, sparks of stars behind his eyelids.

... it leads into something even worse. an embarrassing, revealing position, and even when he's malleable as warm butter he turns red at that comment. and the whistle. )

Wha...?! ( just what is he doing...!! a question that's quickly answered and makes his brain blitz out. ) Ah! A... ahh...?? Hahh?

( oh god. oh god. the charge that twists through him despite having already come is alarming, way too overwhelming, and his cock almost hurts from the sudden spike of arousal too soon after an orgasm. it's also mixed with embarrassment so intense he feels like he might pass out born from the act itself, the fact that he likes it so much, and shame from knowing that he shouldn't like it. it's a classic punishment. the only thing that would wreck him more is if he'd been tossed over Crowley's knee.

... so he's trying to wiggle away, pushing forward and squirming, rolling, being blatantly disobedient. he's honestly not even thinking, just panting and dragging his fingers into the covers, pulling on them hard enough that it messes up the bed more than their fucking had. )

D-don't... ( a few more shallow breaths, a whimper, ) ... don't wanna be punished...

( like anyone does. except he... does? it's just too much for his delicate flower heart. )

Crowley.

( he huffs the vampire's name out again, frustrated and embarrassed and turned on as he continues to try and wiggle away from another spank. )

Hah?

[ Punctuated with suspicion and curiosity Crowley's eyes fixate on how pathetically the man tries to wiggle out of reach. He smile widens, showing teeth, and had there been a still beating heart in his chest he's certain that it would be racing at this point. That itch in the back of his head, the monster, takes a huge role in as to why he finds something so intoxicating about the scene. ]

If you didn't want to be punished then you should have listened. [ His voice is low, calming, leaning forward to place a hand on crimson sheets and hovering over the human. It's a position he's familiarized himself with when in the face of humans, both in out and of the bedroom, but for one reason or another his first reaction while settling isn't to bite.

No, biting would result in Aoba growing too tired far too quickly and Crowley hasn't even gotten off once. He'll wait patiently, playfully, other hand grabbing the smaller individual by his thigh. It's nothing possessive, light enough that he can pull back, but would he really do that after what Crowley has to say? ]

You want me to fuck you, don't you? In this position, against the wall... you said it yourself that you want it hard enough so that you can't think properly. If you run off like this I can't do that~ [ His knee sinks into the mattress, body coming closer and shifting his hips so that the length of his cock brushes against plush cheeks. He dips forward, bringing his face closer and breathing against strands of hair as he asks: ] How about we make a deal? If you don't want to get spanked then we keep the belt on, but if you want it off... you'll just have to let me do it five times.

So, Aoba, which will you choose?

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the fucking hearts

that's the gay intensifying

i thought they already reached max levels of gay

never underestimate a bl protag

what's next some ren level shit

ok maybe not that intense but still

I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT THE BAD END INTENSE BTW LMAO

LMFAO omg no that's just a different level i don't think even Crowley wants to go there

laughs nervously

..........i'm kinkshaming him again

he's 800 years old cut him some slack

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