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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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that's the gay intensifying

[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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ok maybe not that intense but still

[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-01 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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)
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LMFAO omg no that's just a different level i don't think even Crowley wants to go there

[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-02 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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..........i'm kinkshaming him again

[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-02 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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?! )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-03 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-04 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
( 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 )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-05 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-05 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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( that voice is calming. Aoba stops his wiggling at it, though his heart still races, feeling like it's hitting his ribs. especially when he's on his stomach like this. even the hand light on his thigh is good—nothing he shies away from, shifting a little at its touch to rub his hips down against the soft texture of bedding. the high from his orgasm hasn't gone away and won't for at least ten minutes, knowing from past experience. )

Mm. ( yeah. he does want Crowley to fuck him—he knows the other still hasn't gotten off, and that's a little frustrating too. Aoba doesn't like being the only one. ) Yeah, I... yeah.

( a deal... ? he turns his head to try and peek, but reduced to closing his eyes and shuddering at the way warm breath flits across his hair. the cock against his ass doesn't help either; he may have come already but it's hot, strained, and Aoba wants it. and it's a tantalizing offer that's presented itself. which is worse? the belt, or the spanking? they bother him in two vastly different ways. the belt keeps his hands from grabbing at the vampire, the spanking makes him feel... incredibly... strange. biting his lip, he cracks his lids again and looks up from the corner of his eye at the man hovering.

.... it's really not that hard of a choice. or so he thinks, swallowing, throat aching from all the noises that have been dragged from it. )


I want you... to... ( swallowing again, he tries to find his voice, ) ... take off the belt. Wanna touch you. ( which means he's sealed his fate with this choice, accepting five spanks as punishment for a crime he couldn't not commit. seriously. unfair. but for some reason he keeps speaking: )

Only( woah what's this, coming back at him with a revision?! )—only, if you kiss... wherever you hit.

( he sure is asking Crowley to kiss his ass, yep. look, if he's gonna be spanked, he wants a kiss for each spank he gets. it'll be obvious as to where because his skin colors easily, no doubt going to be pink even after just five. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-06 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( the combination of Crowley's palm pressed over his heart while wearing that expression is... deadly. completely deadly. something twists in Aoba's gut, a stronger urge of desire that he can't quite explain, euphoric and confusing in its own way. good but... it gives him weird urges: crawling into the man's lap wrap arms tight around his waist so he can just ... rest his cheek against that broad chest with no other purpose than to simply be close.

eurgh. it's not an impulse he wants to dissect right now, in the middle of no-strings-attached sex. especially not when he's about to be spanked. but that's a look Aoba won't soon forget, likely to think back on it later because of how—stirring it is. at least the vampire's having fun. he's cute when his eyes light up like that, even if it's at Aoba's personal incredible embarrassment. yet, even with that... he likes it too. more than he'd ever really admit.

the kisses to his hair send a warmth through him as always, a soft sigh of pleasure at the tendrils of delight paired with the vague pinch, but it's very soft, barely a thing compared to how nice it feels. for the record—all comments are deemed as teasing, even if there's a part of him that really likes what's being said. but that warmth is nothing compared to what he feels when Crowley laughs like that. such mirth in that laugh that it's like spraying a can of aerosol into a trendy bath candle. oh. Aoba's cheeks stain red again but it's not from embarrassment this time. no, it's a deep rooted pleasure at the sound of Crowley's voice reaching a new height, making him squirm against the bed again. he's watching as the vampire swipes his bangs aside and looks at him, breath caught up in his throat, and not even a little because he's dreading a spanking. )


It's just what I want. ( is his murmured response, glancing away and needing a second to get his heart together again. it's not so hard when Crowley tells him to go face down and ass up. ) Tha... ... ... okay.

( he's made his choice. shifting and way, way too aware that he's being watched, Aoba positions himself on his knees and bows his head, damn sure to plant it right into the covers because he can't handle Crowley seeing whatever stupid face he's going to make at this. rear up and tips of his ears burning, he pauses, fingers digging into the blanket when he realizes that the belt hasn't come off yet. )

Wait, what about—? ( he nods his face up with the realization, though he doesn't change his position otherwise, ) The belt...?

( he's... gonna take it off now, right?! )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-03-07 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
( boo. give him the chance for a little sass, won't you? he'd be happy to tell stories of clearance shoppers and how he wants them to just not.

but Crowley isn't going to let him whisper those sweet nothings into his ear—maybe, at least, not right now. that's a thought that doesn't completely escape him either. something like... hm, maybe, he'll be able to give Crowley a little taste of his own medicine..? teasing. not malicious, of course, but he'd like to hear something like those earlier noises again when he'd been giving head and thinking how cute the man looked, enough that Aoba wanted to fuck him. so much for flipping the script; Crowley flipped it right back, and ugh, it's hot.

of course, he has no idea that he's teasing with just his body language. he's dwelling on having to get spanked five times while wearing the belt. seriously...?! it's not the worst thing but frustrates him anyway as he twists his wrists, tugging on the bedding again. it's okay. he can do this. five. five. five. it's not that bad.

he can— )
... haa. ( the soft touch of lips against his ass evokes a shudder as he arches his back, a different reaction than pain brings. it's gentle and only gentle against a sensitive place—he had been fucked and spanked. ) Uh...n. ( and then there's a hand massaging at the other side, feeling particularly nice considering that sweet, heady afterglow's still ticking at his skin. )

Co—ah!

( a sharp cry out at the strike, though it's not completely unexpected. Crowley doesn't like to give warnings; Aoba's beginning to learn that much. doesn't stop him from being loud before biting down hard on his lip, muffling the noise as his eyelids flutter and his blood starts to rush south again.

n... no. crap. it's way too soon for that. yet he can't stop the dizzying spin of arousal that burns at his core, the way his muscles tense. no way. is it because Crowley's just that hot, that the things they like match up so well, and that damn face the man made earlier...? but there's no way Aoba can handle coming twice before the vampire comes once. that's just—unfair. all he wanted to do was to get Crowley to come once!! that's all!!! is he also weirdly competitive...? he's weirdly competitive, isn't he. Aoba always picks up the weirdoes. hot, but weirdoes.

the word grits out, weak: )


O... one.

( watch him not count and get punished again, oh my god. he'll go home and Ren will have many concerns about how Aoba just collapses into the bathtub, wearing clothes, while the shower's running. help him, dog one true love. or something.

but Ren's not here to judge with his balls-scraping-the-ground voice. hissing out a breath, Aoba quickly follows up by swallowing hard, having bitten the inside of his mouth enough to bleed and taste blood in his spit. pale skin blossoms bright pink and red from the strike, showing up almost instantly. he can feel the dull throb just as acutely as he still feels it inside from being screwed.

this... is... really less of a punishment than it should be. Aoba's liking it too much. which is obvious with the way he squirms, waiting for the touch of lips against his skin again, chewing his lip and tucking his face down to try to keep from sight.

there's a low, longing whimper that only small small text can properly convey: )

... Crowley.

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