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— 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.

( 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?

( 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. )

[ Having stopped it wasn't his heart that echoed in his ears but the human below him. Beating rapidly, dangerously, he melts into the sound of it and can't help himself from bringing the hand on smooth, pale thighs to move up. His fingers skim the smaller's side, then his ribs, sprawling across the middle of his chest and embracing the heart now against his palm.

Crowley's expression is a mixture of things he can't describe; arousal, dominance, some other emotion he'll claim is impossible for a vampire to feel after eight hundred years (and no you can't guess it), but his eyes lit up and it's obvious that he's having fun.

Who wouldn't in this position? With someone who continues to step over that line, or perhaps Aoba simply doesn't have a line and they're both on equal terms of their likes and dislikes in bed... who knows. ]

Do you? [ Teasing. ] You haven't complained once about it, you've done so good. [ He comes closer, lips brushing against Aoba's hair before kissing strands of blue. They're soft, gentle, kisses, carefully brushing away hair so that he can kiss the back of his neck. ]

I'm so proud of you.

[ Is he teasing? Is he bullshitting? Aoba can make that decision on his own.

But then Aoba makes that little comment. Wow. He's really telling him to kiss his ass.

Crowley sits up almost immediately, blinking once with wide, red eyes, initially silent before his mouth opens and he erupts into laughter. Body shaking with mirth, voice reaching a new high that's so unexpected that his throat dries quickly. ]

Is that it? Haha... ah. [ He calms down, bringing a hand to his forehead before reaching to comb through the front side of his hair. ] You're really brave asking a vampire to do that.

[ But he smiles, eyes narrowing with lust. ]

Position yourself for me, face down and ass up.

( 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?! )

[ Crowley is going to wish he died eight hundred years ago so he would have never had the chance to meet Aoba. A human whose hair is too sensitive, who laughs sweetly to the painful burn of bruised lips and aching hips, who doesn't flinch after getting bitten by someone society labels as a monster--and who Crowley openly admits himself. He's not human, he shouldn't be associating with humans, and yet he's here and being pulled into Aoba's orbit like all the other hot guys in the local area. How convenient. ]

What you want, hm... [ He hears him crisp and clear, like he always had. ] Perhaps I'll have you whisper in my ear all the things you want.

[ But watch Aoba's smartass tell him how he wants to eat something. Or that he wants a better paycheck. Honestly he's predicting everything beforehand so he doesn't have to make that teasing remark into a reality.

And from that he focuses on the man before him. The arch of Aoba's back, the way he moves so fluidly, how it's so obvious that he appreciates the fact that he'll be unseen in such a position... Crowley bites into his tongue and vaguely tastes hints of his own blood as he restrains himself. Holy shit. Perhaps if he was more malicious than he was then he'd simply grab the man by his hips and push inside of him without spanking or removing the belt, but that pang of pain stirs him in the right direction. ]

I'll take it off once you've had all five.

[ It's only fair? What if he gets three in and decides that he can't take anymore? It'd be unfair.

Placing hands on toned thighs he leans down, gripping onto his confidence as he assumes a position most vampires wouldn't be seen dead in. But in Crowley's opinion their unwillingness to adventure out is what makes a majority of them so boring, and why he sticks to the side of someone who killed all his friends. Obviously he's no saint in making good decisions but it must not be too bad if he somehow landed here if you just... ignore the first sentence of this response. ] And if you can't take all five then it stays on. [ Moving down, slowly, his presence is known as breath hits the smooth skin of Aoba's rear before he's pressing a kiss where he had struck earlier. Rising back up almost immediately a hand travels up to massage the other cheek that had gone untouched. ]

Count for me, Aoba. This'll be the first.

[ ... Fucking asshole.

And then, without warning, he brings his hand down for a strong smack to his ass. ]

( 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.

[ If it's weird that Crowley's competitive then it's weirder that Aoba can't stand being the only to reach an orgasm in a hookup. Honestly if the vampire had to leave here, right at this moment, he would...

There's no denying he'd be disappointed. Not even over the fact that he didn't get to come, not when he was close with pre dripping from the head of his cock, still painfully hard as he holds his composure together. But he'd be disappointed that he couldn't do more. Play around a little and see what else the human likes and dislikes; given his track record so far Crowley's confident that he'll just continue to conveniently find each and every switch that has Aoba turn into a shaking, needy mess.

Crowley leans down, rewarding the man with another kiss against his ass. Taking his time, treating the reddened skin tenderly, he catches the sight of something obvious out of the corner of his eye: Aoba's cock hanging between his thighs hot and heavy, a complete contrast to pale skin and yet so attractive in that way, too. (Yeah Aoba has?? a nice dick. Okay.) Interestingly enough the idea of having his mouth filled with the other's arousal doesn't disgust him, but that's something pushed aside for the time being.

One.

He's good. He's so good. Every moan and sigh tugs Crowley forward and he feels like he's going to topple over into some unknown place--if it's somewhere in Aoba's arms, though, he can't say that he'd complain. Not when every touch is electrifying and every syllable has him feeling desperate.

Desperate. That's new. ]

Aoba. [ His reply isn't a whimper, nor is it a whisper, Crowley releases the other man's name with something akin to a growl as he raises a hand to harshly drop down and smack the younger's ass. Working quickly, kissing again, he hasn't even brought his head back before he's spanking Aoba for the third time. ] Louder, say my name louder.

[ And it almost comes out as a plea despite his tone. His own cock aching for warmth and touch, denying it as he focuses on what he truly wants ahead of him. ]

You do want to touch me again, don't you?

( if Crowley really did leave, Aoba would be likewise disappointed. that they didn't do more, that he wasn't able to make him feel good too—because that matters to him, hookup or not. at this point it wouldn't even be fair to classify the man as a stranger, a one and done, because three times is steady on the path to a habit. sure, a habit can be kicked... but it's not easily forgotten.

the next kiss likewise elicits a squirm; a scrunching of eyebrows as he huffs out, bottom dully throbbing with the echo of each smack. eyes screwed shut, there's no way for him to notice Crowley admiring his dick and its new interest in what's going on, but if he could notice he'd be flattered. it's not as if getting sucked off last time wasn't great or anything. Aoba's absolutely the weirder one between them considering the fangs thing just made it that much hotter of an experience.

no, the only pleasure he has to focus on is that gentle press of lips against his warmed skin. and he thinks that he's ready for the next one, making a promise to himself that he's going to stay quiet this time—and fails utterly, gasping hard when Crowley growls his name like that before there's another sharp sting. damn... he really does suck at holding back. )

Two—( a choked noise as he inhales quick, legs quivering with effort to keep from dropping down onto the bed. desperate isn't new for Aoba, now, and he's desperate to get the belt off so he can wrap his arms around him, grab the vampire close and keep him there. if Crowley fell into them, Aoba wouldn't complain, either. but before he can beg for the removal of the belt now he's smacked again, position faltering as he tries to keep upright. ) Th...r....ee.

( that last question... what... kind of question is that?! Aoba swallows, resting more of his weight onto his hands, but it doesn't stop his arms from shaking. when he answers his voice cracks, throat dry from crying out so much: )

Of course, I... yeah, I.... want... to hold you.

( panting, he refuses to give Crowley what he wants, won't say his name again. it pushes at his lips but he bites down again, stubbornly keeping it to himself. )

Two more, so... please...

( ... can he do this? he's been so awful at everything else so far. but he's also quite determined despite the very real possibility of not being able to hold up, muscles burning from both the position and their earlier fooling around. Aoba wants what he wants and that is something he's not willing to give up on so easily.

so he pushes himself back up with effort, panting, covered in sweat and flushed from head to toe, refusing to collapse now. )

[ Almost immediately a hand moves to the man's hip for support, quick to notice the drop in his position. Crowley holds him there, possessively, as if keeping him leveled was only for his own pleasurable gain--and for the most part it is. The last thing he needs is for Aoba to lose all the strength in his legs when they have yet to do more. But even if he did it's not like the inability to stand properly would really effect Crowley fucking the other man into the wall.

But what he wants begins to change, shifting elsewhere, and soon enough the number five seems like a far away goal that Crowley is too impatient to wait for. They're seriously two away and that's too much, even if it was something he craved for initially. ] Me too. [ A small murmur, thinking out loud, but he's not the slightest bit embarrassed when realizing what has slipped out of his mouth. It's the truth and he's an honest person, and once you've lived eight hundred years there's little to be embarrassed about.

The next scene is done in silence: using little strength, Crowley pushes Aoba to his side, hovering over and pulling on leather to release the human from its tight grasp. The belt makes a small sound as he tosses it over to the side, eyes flickering from the side of the bed to the man's wrists. Red, with marks of the restraints outlined against his skin, obviously irritated from attempting to free himself and just moving in general. There's no ping of sympathy, but he's careful when he brings fingers to brush against his skin.

Then he's interlocking fingers with the man below him and bringing his arm up, close enough so that he can tilt his head and press his lips against his wrists. Not admiring wounds he's inflicted, because he knows these hurt like hell, but treating them. Kinda. He'll treat them properly later.

And then he hesitates--Crowley never hesitates--fingers curling and gripping onto his hand tightly. This is... weird. Kinda new. A complete contrast from what he initially intended and that simple change in direction is so off that he's confused of what to say or do next. Perhaps that's obvious and Aoba can read right through his facade, because while his face remains neutral his eyes translate to something else. The sexual desire is still there, but behind that is a silent plea:

Please come here. ]

( at first, Aoba's not sure what's going on. when he's pushed he goes over easily, half because he's getting tired holding the position, half because he's not expecting to be toppled. for Crowley, it must be like poking a baby first learning to walk and watching it fall on its bottom. )

Nn..? ( a soft noise of confusion. did he do something wrong? he didn't—so when Crowley removes the belt despite two spanks left out of his punishment, Aoba's stomach flips. what does... this mean? the unsettled feeling doesn't go away, only worsens when the vampire examines the chafing around his wrists. then—then laces their fingers together just how Aoba likes, and: ) ... ah.

( the press of lips against his wrists draws a shiver, goosebumps prickling across warmed skin. it does hurt, yet... right now, he doesn't even notice it. not when he's watching Crowley like this. rapt fascination as his heart thuds painfully, like it really might just... crack, from too much trying to shove itself in there. those scrapes will hurt more when the adrenaline's died down but even then, Aoba won't care about them. it's fine.

seriously... how can he even think about some stings or bruises when Crowley's looking at him like that? it's something like what he'd seen earlier only... not. it's not anything he gets from the man's expression—if anything, that's gone flat, reflecting none of the earlier mirth or dominance. what's compelling is what lies in his eyes, like he's... asking for something, wanting something, and doesn't know how to ask for it. maybe Crowley doesn't even understand it himself. Aoba ... has an idea. or, rather, a feeling, whatever Crowley asking for striking a chord with something more natural, instinctual, that makes Aoba move wordlessly.

crawling into his lap, pressing chest to chest, though Aoba's positioned himself to have a bit of height by resting on his knees. one hand he keeps clasped with Crowley's for now. the other, he brings up to stroke his thumb across the vampire's cheek, tracing underneath his eye at first before moving to his lips, skimming along the bottom one before leaning down and pressing a kiss against his mouth. not the heated, lustful kisses of earlier. this is soft, tender in a way that none of the kisses before have been, a whole different kind of desire. it's brief, yet for all its briefness he pours a lot into it—a lot he doesn't understand, some he does but shouldn't feel.

and before he can do anything stupid he turns his face away, tucking it down against the slope of Crowley's throat. his arms find their way around in a tight embrace as he rests there, nuzzling close, feeling himself calm and melt against the other man. )

... Crowley.

( a soft utterance against Crowley's throat as he breathes in his scent.

there's no doubt that he still wants to have sex. he wants to get Crowley off, to make him feel good, for them to feel good together—but he wants this, too. whatever it's turning out to be. )

[ Crowley is still somewhat confused of his own actions, attempting to make sense of just what he is doing and why as Aoba comes closer. His expression remains the same, his body just about motionless as warmth and a new sense of tenderness comes radiating off of the other man. This isn't new, he's not inexperienced with having someone come and lay against him, but in this perspective where he's faced with Aoba it's... different.

Then again his interactions with humans have been sparse these past few centuries. With vampire law and little interest to even speak with humans that aren't being used for food, everything about these meetings with Aoba was odd--unusual, completely out of habit for someone of his kind and he's certain that if the wrong person caught wind of this he'd face some form of punishment. A slap on the wrist, in vampire customs, probably spending a few days without blood, so it wouldn't be so bad.

However, if asked, he would say he didn't regret it.

Chest to chest, Crowley unconsciously grips onto Aoba's hand as the unsubtle rhythm of a heart echoes against his ribcage. It's not his own but the closeness of their bodies gives him the playful thought that it is, which is why the corners of his mouth slowly curl up into a smile before their lips interlock. Gentle and soothing, a complete opposite of the whirlwind of heated sighs and gasping breaths from earlier, he hums with mild, lazy delight.

Arms wrap around the smaller's waist, tilting his head slightly. ]

It feels like I've got a heartbeat.

[ He... doesn't know whether or not he should have said that but it's out already and there's no way to take it back. ]

... The people in the room next to us are into some weird stuff. [ And he breaks whatever this moment is with the shitty parts of being a vampire. ] Let's not stay quiet for too long.

( a heartbeat...

a wry thought: does Crowley miss having a heartbeat? does he miss being... human? it's not something he thought too much about before, yet... that's how it is, isn't it? he used to be human. Aoba may know next to nothing about vampires and what might be true about them, but... that much has to be the case, doesn't it?

but he doesn't ask. it's on the tip of his tongue and he swallows it back like a bitter pill, instead laughing at the comment about their neighbors. )

There are things even you find weird? ( the quiet moment's broken, maybe, but Aoba won't forget it. even if something like this... probably means nothing to Crowley, maybe even something he does with every guy he fucks. where's the point in getting attached to a man he can't keep? leaning back, Aoba cocks a quizzical brow, ) Now I kinda wanna know.

( except he's not really interested in more talking... about other people, about idle thoughts. dropping an arm, he wraps his fingers around Crowley's cock, beginning to stroke with slow, long gestures. twisting his wrist, moving in a rhythm. seriously, why deny himself so much—? Aoba's looking to ride him at least once during this, plus some other stuff. is he really gonna try and keep the same boner popped through multiple rounds? )

Does this mean you'll fuck me the right way, now?

( Aoba's already feeling up to a second round for himself, afterglow having dimmed and refractory period swiftly joining. pressing his forehead gently against the vampire's, he studies those red eyes up close, barely blinking. they're... pretty. were they always red? if not, what were they before...? )

Want you against the wall. Can we?

[ If he had asked Crowley would have answered with a swift and solid no. Time and lack of empathy had changed him over the years; becoming a vampire also made him look at humans in a different perspective and it's definitely not a positive one. He even looks to the human he was before in disgust: a man of faith who prayed and begged to a God who would never come, who took the lives of others in a war they had already lost, he had killed hundreds more as a human than he ever did as a vampire and doesn't miss it.

Even if he spends his days bitterly, wanting to act revenge for faces he can't quite remember, he doesn't miss being human.

He remembers vividly, down to his bones, of the day his heart raced and threatened to tear out of his chest before it just... stopped. To never beat again. But perhaps when his ribs vibrated due to their closeness and the warm, beating heart in Aoba's chest, he found it amusing. He never would have thought that he'd feel anything similar to that again, not even if he got into the intimate space of humans a hundred times before. ]

I've never told you how old I am, have I?

[ Perhaps if he did it'd make sense, but it's not like Aoba's wasting any time once he suggest they move forward. He looks down, noticing the drop in the other man's arm, breathing in slowly as a warm hand wraps around his cock. He had been slowly losing his erection in the midst of their... moment? Whatever the hell you want to call it. And appreciates the way Aoba flicks his wrists and encourages his erection to remain firm against busy digits. ]

Are you saying I haven't been fucking you the right way?

[ But he isn't going to let Aoba do what he wants to him without returning the favor. Repeating the same motion from earlier he brings a hand to his mouth and sucks on index and middle finger, hooking his arm back around and dipping between so that he can press slick fingers against him, into him. Opening him up, adding a second once satisfied and filling Aoba up to his knuckle. ] You should probably do the same to me, [ To his dick and not his ass though, but he doesn't feel like he needs to clarify. Aoba is gonna have to ask nicely if he really wants to fuck Crowley okay!!! ] unless you don't want to.

[ Because he knows with force he can get in, but he offers up the suggestion for Aoba's comfort.

Feverish, wanting, Crowley tugs Aoba closer before he's finally satisfied with the work of his fingers and pulls out. He brings that hand to his own shoulder, tapping it idly. ]

Hold on.

[ Hands find the curves of thighs, fingers hooking underneath and keeping the man balanced against him as Crowley shifts off of the bed and moves them to the nearest wall. Diving forward he leans in to kiss Aoba, moaning into his mouth, a rumbling noise of satisfaction, and teases by pressing his hips firmly against the other man's. But he's selfish, not wishing to wait any more than he has, and soon enough he's depending on Aoba's weight against the wall as he brings a hand to his cock and finding the right spot.

There. There. He has zero willpower after denying his own orgasm earlier and he sinks into Aoba. A rough noise tears from his throat, hand returning to the man's thigh and fingers dig in time for fingers to dig into skin. He says something in (surprise) Latin?? Because saying it in a language Aoba understands might be dangerous or some shit.

And then he's moving--grinding his hips in a circle, his cock enveloped in warmth and he's tempted to keep this position if only because it feels that good. But he knows it's not enough for either one of them, not when they've been waiting for this long, pulling his hips back before he's driving his length back inside. It's accompanied by a low moan, leaning forward and having their foreheads against each other once more as his movements begin to quicken in pace. ]

Edited 2017-03-10 02:18 (UTC)

( I've never told you how old I am, have I?

no. it hasn't come up—Aoba had always just assumed old. Crowley had never struck him as someone born from his era; it was merely intuition that lead him to that answer, nothing he'd asked, and maybe a comment or two from the vampire that seemed to back up his guess. he merely shakes his head as his answer to that—maybe... he'll ask later. even if he can't keep Crowley, Aoba still has those little curiosities about the man. how old is he? where's he from? does he have a last name?

all things that make this dangerous, all things that are red flags for deviating off the road of good bootycall and into what the hell are these gross feelings?! territory.

it's better to focus on the sex. he does respond to the comment about not fucking him right with a muttered, huffed out: )

You mostly tease me.

( if Crowley tries to deny that Aoba's just gonna stuff the receipts down his throat. his hand continues to work through Crowley's fingering, making his cock twitch in interest once more, arousal building up slower than the first time but no less certain. mouth opening and closing, working silently in response to the feeling of fingers. he's still sore from before but it's nothing painful, only mild irritation against those fingers that melts into nothingness as they move in to the knuckles.

sucking Crowley off again isn't a bad idea. while he likes it rough, there is a reason why people figured out how to lube an ass up in the first place. but it's not important in the face of Crowley's hands on him, on wrapping his own around the vampire's neck as they move, relishing in the way his back hits the wall and the rippled texture against his back.

fingers find their way back into hair when Crowley kisses him. Aoba welcomes it, wants it, parting his lips instantly and meeting it with a new hunger of his own. encouraging Crowley to be selfish. Aoba wants him to be, longs for it, just as much as he longs for his own satisfaction. lips wet, mouth hot, he sucks as much as he can at the other's tongue, wanting so much that he scrapes his teeth against it once he has it. )

—hnnh...

( a wonton noise breaks through his quickening breaths when Crowley pushes into him. and then, ) Hahh...? ( at the... word? language? he doesn't understand and it confuses him, and he wants to know what's been said, but there's no room for asking. there's moving, grinding, and Aoba returns it in kind—much as he's able, anyway. foreheads touch and he keeps that position, nose brushing against Crowley's, arms still wrapped tight around his neck. the wall offers some good support as well, though doesn't help him move much.

he does tense around the other man, squeeze him, rock his hips enough to help him hit just the right places. this is good, this is good—in and out and Aoba's shuddering, chest rising and falling with labor, heart already being put back to work. it feels like his lungs won't expand wide enough and he struggles to catch those quick breaths. between them, his cock twitches again, half-hard and swiftly rising back to attention. yet he pays his own needs no mind; not when he's meeting the way Crowley moves, feeling him, focusing on the sounds the vampire makes. everything, trying to soak it all up, greedily. in it all he groans out a loud, heated: )

Crowley.

( a plea, an encouragement, a want, a need. )

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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i just put this in a word counter please kick my ass

omg... but i love it tho???