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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.

( the hand on his cock makes Aoba choke, stumbling over himself as he keeps rolling his hips, a dull ache building in his core from the work of muscle. there's nothing else but Crowley, no one else but Crowley. he's focused on the vampire's scent, his sounds, the way he feels as their bodies move together. the only other contender for his attention is the wall he's being pushed into, bare skin chafing against the textured surface, but it's because Crowley's fucking him against it. the way he hits that bundle of nerves has Aoba forgetting his own damn name.

all he can think is to cling, keep himself pressed hard against this man. and he does. the hand working at his cock draws new dampness to its tip, a bubble of pre smearing across hot, sensitive skin and evoking a generous shiver. c-crap... again, he's not gonna last that long, absolute putty Crowley's hands, hands that always just seem to know how to touch him and drive him past any limits he may of thought he had. why is he so good...? why?

tongue against his skin and Aoba's squirming, swallow hard, grasping on as hard as he can as goosebumps prickle his flesh. bite me. it's a sudden, violent urge, wanting full circle—of Crowley in him, and of him in Crowley by hot blood nourishing and coating the other man's throat. but he can't find the words now, sweating and rutting as he is, though he manages to watch Crowley's expression when he comes. before he shoves his face into Aoba's neck, anyway.

turning his head much as he can, Aoba plants a wet kiss against the side of the vampire's head: ) Good. ( good boy. breathless, pleased, as his own climax creeps up on him a second time. swifter than the first but more powerful from the continued stimulation, making Aoba tense as he lifts his head, offering a wider expanse of throat as he arches forward. he can feel it dripping against his stomach and against his inner thighs, hot and sticky, making him more of a mess than he was before. )

I'm... hahh...hn...

( his warning comes way too slow but it doesn't matter all that much. keeping arms tight around the other man, dizzy with orgasm. if the first was like setting a house ablaze, quick and all at once, the second feels like the slow encroachment of lava in his veins, turning his bones into brittle dust. )

Are you... do you want to... ( swallowing again, Aoba tucks his head, too, pressing a kiss against the sweep of muscle between shoulder and neck offered to him, ) You can bite me, if you want to.

( an offer, and a genuine one. if Crowley's hungry, if he wants to bite, then... Aoba's okay with it. but if not, that's okay too. whatever Crowley's wanting now. whatever he needs. )

[ Good. ]

You're good...

[ Crowley continues to pump his cock until he feels Aoba dirtying his fingers, slowly unraveling them once he's certain that the other man is spent. He places his hand against the wall as he catches his breath, considerate enough not to drop the smaller man to the ground.

His hair is a mess thanks to Aoba's constant tugging and his back is sticky with sweat. He's not exhausted, nor is he even close to tired thanks to vampire stamina, but he needs a moment to gather himself before moving again. Breathing in slowly, chest rising and falling as he remained flushed against him. Not close enough to have another moment, but it helps him lazily press kisses along the man's neck.

And then he's given the permission to bite him, and initially Crowley is all too excited to hear those words that it stirs in his stomach. But he stops himself, slowly shaking his head. ] You'll just get tired if I do that.

[ So instead he chooses to lift Aoba from the wall and bring him back to the bed, back placed against the sheets as he slowly lifts himself out of him. Bringing the back of his hand to his mouth and biting the inside of his cheek as he restrains himself from biting. ]

I want you awake.

[ For... reasons. Okay. ]

( kisses to his throat feel nice, almost ticklish, and Aoba chuckles low while unwinding, flooded with satisfaction and delight. Crowley feels good against him. if he could, he'd keep him here like this forever. flush, warm, sweaty, pushed up against him. it's all just—really good.

honestly, Aoba's surprised when Crowley shakes his head—did he not taste good enough...? but then the vampire explains and Aoba makes a murmur of agreement; he had fallen right to sleep after getting home the first time, exhausted from both sex and bloodloss.

sheets feel cool when his back hits them. soothing, against still sticky and bothered skin. looking up from where he's spread out, strands of blue fanning across white sheets, he studies Crowley's face as he says that he wants Aoba awake. his gaze is only narrowed when he gasps, arching his back as he looses that stretched out, full feeling, but eases back onto the bed lazily. comfortable, feeling the dredges of sleep anyway, but they're mind and he fights them off with no effort. )

Okay. ( he'll stay awake. maybe Crowley wants another round? that's the best reason Aoba can come up with. it doesn't matter that much, though. ) Come here.

( his arms are open and he's gently tugging on Crowley's shoulders, trying to pull the man's head against his chest, so he can thread his fingers through the hair he's thoroughly mussed up.

if Crowley obliges him, he'll guide him to the spot right over his heart. not intentionally, it's merely the most comfortable for him to comb his fingers through hair and hug close, cuddling, showing affection through touch. his heart's still beating hard but beginning to slow, trying to return to a normal pace.

it's with a short laugh, a mild vibration of his chest, that Aoba says: )

You're not even a little tired, are you?

[ He doesn't have to twice to come closer, arms moving to wrap themselves around the man's frame. The side of his face feels warm against the slow rise and fall of Aoba's chest, and of course he believes the move is intentional but doesn't comment on it. He can hear his heart beat without the closeness, can still feel the way it felt against his ribs, but the difference now is that the sound is soothing.

It's comfortable like this. Too comfortable. There was something nice in burying himself against Aoba, something he doesn't understand, to feel at ease with the way his hand moves through his hair. This was natural with Chess and Horn, but for one reason or another it feels natural with Aoba, too. He doesn't think too much about it, not when he's being spoken to.

Pieces of hair still stick to his face, his braid lightly tickling his back as he tilts his head upward to look up at the man underneath him. ]

Nah, I'm perfectly fine. You?

[ Vampires, man... He's only ever tired physically when he's without blood, but mentally he's exhausted having to deal with Ferid's usual antics everyday. It doesn't help that he's been stuck at his side for centuries now (although that was no one's fault but his own for making that choice).

Sleeping and bathing was also no longer a necessity so if you thought being a vampire couldn't get any more boring you were wrong. ]

My back is already healed, but I gotta say I feel a little sorry for any humans you have sex with. You dig in deep.

[ There's a short pause. Allowing his final bit of teasing to settle in to the conversation and possibly earn a reaction from Aoba before he speaks up: ] I was born in the thirteenth century. I turned... when I was twenty-five, so that makes me over eight hundred years old. I guess.

[ Just throwing that out there. ]

( tch. that's almost.... kind of annoying, that he's perfectly fine after all of that. the difference between them is just that huge, huh? Aoba's aching, sore as anything, and while not exhausted he definitely needs a break. it all feels good, from the burn of his muscles to the way a dull throb pulses through his body, a sweet satisfaction from pushing and reaching a limit. it's—starkly, the feeling of being alive.

it wouldn't be quite right to say that it bothers him that Crowley doesn't feel the same way, but.... it's something along those lines. but what can he do? he's only human. even if there's that niggling little feeling that makes him wish he could. just how like it's annoying that he can't leave a mark, no matter what he's tried.

idly, Aoba's fingers move to brush those errant bangs away, smoothing them back from Crowley's forehead and the side of his face. even if it was cute, how disheveled he was looking. )

Oh yeah, you know. Perfectly fine.

( like Crowley can't tell from stiffness of the way he moves his hand as he brushes, combs through hair, or how his heart's still not quite back to its normal pace. at the mention of his back, Aoba's eyes follow along shape of the vampire's back, examining the spots where he knows he'd scratched. ah... yeah. as expected, it's all gone. like nothing happened.

gosh, there he goes, teasing again. Aoba huffs: )

I wouldn't have sex like that with anyone but you.

( it's—an odd way to phrase that, but it's the first thing that comes out. he wouldn't want to hurt anyone, not even Crowley, but the vampire seems to be able to handle it. other people... he tries to do what feels good for them, what they can handle. would he really get into it like this with someone else...? probably not. that's just how it is.

but, you know. this isn't taking bad routes into account.

.... though he's very distracted when Crowley tells him that. gosh... is this like, great great great granddaddy kink? maybe even more. plus, it also confirms his earlier thoughts about turning, that Crowley was human once. so it was true. Aoba's peeking back down, blinking, a small crease between his brows, )

Wow... so you must've seen a lot of weird stuff, huh?

( he's making light, a little, because otherwise he'd just be overwhelmed. so old... old as dirt. what does someone even do with so much time? at least he's not lonely—he's mentioned other vampires before. )

I'm twenty-three.

( this feels... a lot less impressive to say. as usual, when talking to Crowley. )

[ Crowley briefly closes an eye when his bangs are brushed back, both opened when he's graced with Aoba's sarcasm. ]

It feels better now that I didn't bite, doesn't it?

[ He's been bitten while having sex (by Chess, unsurprisingly) but it was always in small doses. Nothing where he needed to drink from a human afterward, so he's only so familiar with the exhaustion it brings. Aoba might have gotten up and dressed himself the first time but it was... lazy, groggy, it was obvious he left him a little out of it. ]

Oh? [ He leans up, moving closer. ] You're gonna hurt someone's feelings saying stuff like that. This'll be a hard habit to kick if you're not careful~ But I don't mind being the only one that satisfies you like this. [ He grins before flopping back down, head placing itself on the curve of Aoba's shoulder. ]

My family was well off but I wasn't interested in inheriting land, so I became a holy Knight Templar. [ "Holy", the word itself makes him chuckle bitterly. ] Ironic, now that I'm a vampire, isn't it?

[ Honestly if he could retake those first one hundred years he would have spent it sleeping instead of going battlefield to battlefield. That's what you do with that much time. ]

You're younger than I thought. [ Not like he gave it much thought. ] At your age I was on a battlefield.

( really... he would have been fine with being bitten anyway. but Crowley's not wrong, of course he isn't. it's probably strange to want to be bitten anyway—not that the thought keeps him from wanting it regardless. ah well.

having Crowley against the curve of his shoulder is nice, too. reaching up, Aoba curls, turning just slightly to better fit against the other man. even when he's sweaty, Aoba still likes touching him. fingers tracing, along forehead now that the hair's been pushed back, dipping along the shape of temple and hairline, over a pointed ear. pad stopping at the tip, he rubs it a little, curiously, but then moves along to skim downward.

this'll be a hard habit to kick if you're not careful. maybe. it's something he decides to keep quiet on as he curls up against the vampire, warm and comfortable. though he does almost snort about the comment on hurting someone's feelings; it's not like he has that many partners, and he's not dating anyone, either. maybe one day he will but for now, his prospects are... not so great. )

Knight Templar... ( that... sounds like something out of a video game. a protector of the innocent. living by a code. paying to God for his favor. holy. yeah, the irony isn't lost on Aoba. though how true the stories about crosses and holy water burning vampire skin are, he has no clue. ) Wouldn't most humans be young to you? ( twenty-three isn't that young!! but that's a mild huff before a softer murmur: ) What was that like? Being on a battlefield. And... what have you been doing? All these years.

( seriously. he still can't even fathom what he'd do with so much time, if he were the one with it. )

[ It's a little weird but that's why he's interested in Aoba in the first place. He doesn't care that Crowley's a vampire and is giving him permission to bite him? That's a keeper.

On instinct Crowley hums in response to his ear being played with. Horn does a better job, in his opinion, but she's adjusted and experienced how he'll react to certain areas while Aoba is still in the process of learning. ]

I mean physically, obviously. My body hasn't changed since I first drank human blood. [ And that wasn't long after he was turned, either. Without his sire he couldn't rely on his blood, and even then he wouldn't be able to drink from him forever. Bloodlust and desire would have had him tearing into the throat of a human sooner or later, and his opinion he's glad to have gotten it out of the way. ] So I thought you were older than twenty-five.

[ To the next two questions Crowley looks off to the side. It's not like he hasn't told his story before but remembering the worst of it always made him pause; whenever Ferid is bored and wants to be reminded of how he single handedly caused a knight that served under God to fall so far from grace, he spends a lot of his time retelling it. ] We were fighting a lost battle from the very beginning. [ He adjusts himself, moving to his side and using his arm to brace himself against the mattress, using that same hand to place his cheek into the palm of his hand. ] I killed so many in the name of someone who never looked my way, no matter how much I cried, begged, or prayed, He never answered. It was a tiring, bloody war.

[ He shrugged his shoulder. ] I only survived because I caught someone's attention. Still stuck with him, too, so I pretty much spend my time following his orders. But overall things are pretty boring.

( if Aoba knew he was being compared so frequently to Crowley's vampire girlfriends and failing so hard, he might be a little offended. since he's blissfully unaware he simply keeps moving his fingers, learning the shape of the man's ear, a little amused that it's pointed. isn't that like, an elf thing? his interest moves along to behind the ear and the soft juncture of skin where jaw and neck meet. but that gives his thumb the chance to stroke along the outer shell of ear, moving down to brush against its lobe. )

Mm.

( a murmur of understanding. well, it's not like he won't be twenty-five soon enough. then thirty. and then even beyond that. and he keeps quiet as Crowley talks, listening to the sound of his voice, its alluring quality, the words themselves. as Crowley shifts Aoba moves a little too, but largely stays in the same position. watching, golden eyes almost unblinking as he studies Crowley's again. until the man looks away, anyhow.

there's a distance between Crowley's experiences and what Aoba can really understand. no, he's never... really been all that religious, honestly, only memories of a Church being some distant thing near the sound of crashing waves, sand, and a warm voice asking if he wanted to come with him. he's never been to war. never killed, even if scrap's a dangerous tool that could break someone's mind and has.

none of it is anything for him to judge. and he doesn't, that much is obvious from how his expression mostly stays soft, with touches of curiosity, no shying away even with a backstory that would raise some red flags if the vampire thing didn't. it—does make his heart hurt, a bit, because it's not a happy story. did he really think it would be...? no. of course not. )

So that's how it is... ( cheek against his palm, Aoba goes quiet again, thinking, wondering. but then there's a huff as he offers Crowley a smile, ) ... Thank you for telling me. ( maybe Crowley doesn't care, maybe he's told a thousand people, but Aoba does. ) For what it's worth, ( which he acknowledges isn't much, ) I'm glad I met you.

( he's not looking for the same answer in response, doesn't even wait for anything near like it as he rolls onto the flat of his back again, stretching out like a cat. if he could purr he probably would. )

You said there was a way to mark you earlier. What did you mean?

( he's completely ignoring the fact that he was told he'd have to beg for that answer. hasn't he begged enough?! )

[ Listen Crowley can only compare him to his vampire girlfriends because that's all he has. Does he want to be compared to Ferid? The guy that ruined his life, killed all his friends, and almost had him kill the last of his comrades? (And recently might even have the body of that comrade? Still!?) Plus he's making it to [redacted] status... anyway. ]

Yep... [ And there's no changing it. History has already written itself and his name nor the name of his comrades are in any books, which only proves that they were no heroes. Forgotten; no one but that vampires who were there and himself know of how his entire squad was killed without any mercy. The memory is there but the faces, their voices, it all feels so far away. He's not even able to properly recall what his best friend sounded like or what he looked like--

Then there's a hand to his cheek, pulling him back into reality and he blinks before the words settle in the back of his brain. Coming forward and making sense in pieces, he's not sure how to react as he's thanked. ] Why are you thanking me? Why...

[ are you glad that we met?

It has to be something shallow. The sex is nice and Aoba already admitted that he doesn't act the same way with his other sexual encounters, it shouldn't have to go any deeper than that.

Too bad Crowley's answer is deep as hell. ]

... You did it already, I think. At least I'm pretty sure you did.

[ His eyes glance down to the other's stomach, dirtied with come and it causes Crowley to sit up and actually look through that nightstand they've been ignoring. There's a few things he recognizes and others he doesn't, but they keep a convenient pack of wipes and he's at least gonna help clean Aoba off. What a good guy. Also don't pry into the fact that he's obviously being vague because he'll give the man the answer he's looking for: ] Physically you can't do anything to me but... I can keep you in my memory. [ That's so damn cheesy. ] That's the best I can do, not being human and all.

( Aoba pushes up on his elbows when Crowley sits up and goes to the nightstand, watching as the man searches the drawer for something. already did...? that's something he wonders at against the rustle of things, gaze slipping down ridges of the vampire's spine, admiring the way his shoulder blades move.

oh. at the wipes he offers a grateful look, sitting up even more so that he can wipe himself down, too. it... actually is a nice thing of Crowley to do, considering Aoba wasn't expecting it and would probably have staggered off to the bathroom to use the sink after cooling off for a few more minutes. feels much better to not be sticky once everything's cooled down, but that's... a thought he's completely distracted from when Crowley keeps talking like that.

huh...? that is—incredibly cheesy. yet... also.... kind of, a little, romantic...? were it anyone else he might make a face and say that it's only normal to remember, but... it's different here. Crowley's been around for much longer than anyone he's ever known, or possibly ever will know. of course he won't remember every person he's met—not even the ones he's slept with. it's why Aoba hadn't been expecting a similar answer in response to his admittance. yet, hearing that, how is he not supposed to feel—warm? damn, Bella Swan, he kind of gets it now. )

Ah.

( a soft exhale as Aoba shifts forward on instinct, acting on feeling rather than any real thought, spanning his arms around ribs and settling his palms on the man's back in a tight embrace. it's a sigh, a pleased murmur: ) ... Crowley. ( honestly... this guy. it's brief, when Aoba leans up to press his lips against the vampire's, similar to the tender touch from earlier. but then he's all too quickly moving to tuck his face against collarbone instead. by now, he's adjusted to the lack of a pulse or heartbeat, having familiarized himself with the absence of them a few times on purpose. )

If you do... well, I guess... that'd probably make me... really happy.

( though Aoba's really not sure what he's done to earn it other than having a weird hair kink... it does make him happy. that's what that new warmth is, burning from head to toe, coloring his cheeks in the most pleasant way possible. maybe it's silly, Aoba just being a big old weirdo again, but there's no denying the surge of pleasure at hearing those words.

this is... nice. hugging tight like this. it makes him not want to let go. enough so that he'd be willing to forgive being unfavorably compared to Crowley's vampire girlfriends!! who are definitely better than being compared to the person who murdered all of Crowley's friends, yeah.

he's just gonna stay here until he's dislodged for being gross and affectionate, thanks. )

[ how the fuck did they get here

He doesn't object to embrace, eyes going half-lidded as Aoba holds him and Crowley hesitates momentarily with what to do with his own arms. After a second he's just putting them around the smaller's waist, hands intertwining behind him near the small of his back.

Returning the kiss with a practiced and comfortable ease, he's not surprised when the man pulls away to hide. It's becoming a reaction that he's used to, funnily enough, but the real surprise comes from him still finding it entertaining rather than boring. It was off from his usual views on humans but then again their entire relationship was off--meeting twice under odd circumstances and now this third time just on pure chance. He's not sure if Aoba just has his own gravitational pull and he's being pulled in but he doesn't... mind that. Not at all, actually.

He tilts his head, resting against Aoba and taking in his scent. There's the vague smell of himself lingering on his skin and it makes his stomach churn unexpectedly, both delighted and slightly aroused over this new discovery. ]

Happier than giving me a physical mark to look back to?

[ It's not really a question, just simple curiosity. It won't linger in his head more than it already has to so if it's left unanswered there will be no skin off his nose.

Now here comes the real question: ] Are you really sure about that? I'm not human.

( this is because Crowley didn't just bite him and put him to sleep

happier than giving me a physical mark to look back to? that makes him quiet for a minute. pressing his mouth against the hollow of Crowley's throat, teeth skimming over skin with the touch of tongue, curling into a lick. if he could he would. how many times has he tried...? scraped his nails down, bitten, watched for a brief second of satisfaction before it was gone?

this would be a good spot to mark. the soft dip of flesh right in the center, a trifecta of collarbone and throat, just over breast. still hiding his face, he licks the spot again, a slow drag of his tongue as he wets, pinches lightly with his teeth. )

It's not like I wouldn't want both. ( an honest admittance. Crowley's only encouraged him to admit and act on his wants, and that's... one of them. ) And—that'd be more for you to look back at, that's what... I wanted.

( to recall who put it there. how it felt when it was put there. but, again, it's a desire that won't come to fruition. the real question has Aoba pausing, graze of teeth against the base of Crowey's throat pulling away as he looks up, resting his chin on the man's chest instead as he looks at his face. )

Sure...? Of course I'm sure. ( like it's the simplest thing in the world, ) Crowley's Crowley. Human or not.

( that sort of thing doesn't matter to him. maybe it should, maybe he's three times an idiot for not having better stranger danger skills or acknowledging red flags, but... it's an honest answer. but he can also date an android or a dog, so. )

[ What Aoba is doing to his neck, his skin, is causing it to light up on fire and followed by a ticklish feeling that's difficult to ignore. In fact he's unable to restrain himself, sighing softly as a low chuckle slips from his throat. A hand goes up, fingertips dragging across the younger's spine before the pads come in contact with soft strands of hair. ]

Heh, if I was human you'd have me covered in them at this point.

[ But Crowley somewhat doesn't understand why'd he need to recall who marked him when they just keep meeting up like this. There's a brief amount of time where they're not together but, instead of a mark, he can remember vividly (and even point out) where the human tried to bite him, sucked at his skin, or even dragged his nails down his back. Almost to the point where it felt like Aoba was there, tempting him while he's in the middle of doing Very Important Vampire Things like... paperwork.

So, in a sense, the human has already been kept in his thoughts--his memory. It's only now that he realizes it, however, in the middle of holding Aoba in his arms and slowly threading fingers through the other man's hair. Since Aoba has never reacted negatively to him touching it, Crowley has to wonder what kind of expression he'd receive if he were to pull it. Would it hurt? Would he cry? Just how did it get like this in the first place?

Questions he'll save for later--questions that he'll definitely remember for later. ]

That's a really simple way of thinking. If you were born in my time you would have died young.

[ So romantic. Aoba really knows how to pick 'em. ]

Mm~ Anyway, remember what I said about you telling me the things you want? I wanna hear them.

( a good question—though right now he's offering no answers as to how he'd react, because the feeling of fingers through his hair still exists in that plane between pleasant and painful. it's something he's slowly getting used to, each time Crowley affords his hair some affection, and he's adjusting to touch he'd so rarely allowed before. not that he'll ever be keen on just anyone touching it.

so that slow combing rewards Crowley with an inhale and fluttering eyelids, body tensing at first, just enough to hint that it's not pure pleasure but overall feels good regardless. half of that may even because he's anticipating a pull, trying to brace for the surge of agonizing pain that'll make him flinch away. even if he likes pain with sex, he doesn't... like that kind much. go figure.

as far as Crowley's very romantic comment: live hard and die young. nah, he isn't so reckless, but.... despite the wrinkle of his nose and brow at the comment, he doesn't dispute it. Crowley's probably right. during that time, under those circumstances.... good thing he's a 2XXX kid. )

Mm? ( he'd shifted onto his cheek, rubbing it against Crowley's skin, but he glances back up, ) Really? ( is he teasing again...? is he referring solely to dirty stuff? Aoba's not sure—it's hard to tell with Crowley. )

Well... one thing I want is to lie on top of you.

( so if Crowley would plop onto his back and let Aoba use him as a body pillow, that'd be fantastic. )

But, for real... okay. Only if you tell me things you want, too. One for one. I'll tell you something and then you tell me something.

( that's only fair! )

[ Crowley possibly wouldn't be so intrigued if it wasn't for the fact that Aoba's hair was undoubtedly different, but then again if he didn't learn the first time he would have learned soon enough. In the heat of the moment, no less, so without that bit of information there's no doubt that their first encounter would have been their worst.

Before he moves or says anything, the vampire dips his head to the side before blinking twice: ] You look... like you're a cat or something when you do that. [ It's strangely attractive? Cute... yeah, that's the word he's looking for.

But if he just wants to lie on top of him then that sounds easy enough? ] Like this?

[ Crowley easily changes their position by flopping down onto his back, pulling Aoba on top of him. Hands gently holding him by the hips. ]

And if that's how you wanna play it then that's fine. [ There's nothing to be embarrassed about, plus Crowley has pretty much made a name for himself for being terribly honest in the best and worst way possible. Speaking about what he wants after eight hundred years of hardly wanting anything at all is going to be one hell of a list though. ]

So that means it's my turn, right? Ah... I don't know, wanna have you sleep next to me?

( but he's more of a dog person...... )

Mm. Like this.

( this... is better. it lets him really stretch out—though he does grope beside them, curling his fingers and tugging half the blanket over them so that they're covered without having to get up to get under the blankets. seriously... he could easily fall asleep like this. if Crowley tries to move those hands from his hips, Aoba's gonna complain.

which apparently is fine? I don't know, wanna have you sleep next to me? Aoba peeks up again, returning to resting his chin on Crowley's chest. )

Really? ( it's such an innocent request but it surprises him anyway. maybe that's why it surprises him...? ) I probably will.

( not right this second, though. do vampires sleep? it's not a question he asks but it's so obvious in his eyes that he's wondering it, almost reflecting as brightly as the light from the lamps.

until he glances away. it's difficult to keep eyecontact with admitting the next thing he wants, )

My turn... I wanted to fuck you, before. ( just so there's no confusion as to how he means, he lingers on that you a half a second longer than all the other words, ) The sounds you were making when I was sucking you off... were nice. I wanted more of them.

( and he was pretty close to acting on it, too! he huffs a little, drawing circles on Crowley's skin with the pad of his index finger. )

I still want to.

[ Okay then he looks like a dog.

Briefly he wonders if Aoba is cold and that's why he's tugging the blanket over them, and briefly he wonders if they should just properly get under the sheets but opts out of that. He's comfortable in their position and in no rush to move, especially when the other man is lying on top of him.

It's an innocent request simply because... Crowley didn't want to go from zero to one hundred that quick? But apparently Aoba doesn't care, jumping straight up when he has the chance and for a moment the vampire thinks he's speaking to someone else entirely. ]

Huh? [ It's a small noise that leaves his throat, completely unintentional. ] Oh. Well that's different. [ He can't remember if someone has ever said that to him before, however. ] I mean if that's what you wanna do then maybe we can try it out. I've never been in that position before.

[ Anyway. ]

But if you wanna do that then I want you with a blindfold.

A blindfold?!

( Aoba looks up again, eyes wide, mouth open before he just... laughs. what the heck...?! )

I wouldn't be able to see what I was doing.

( and it's not something he ~~ever~~ frequently does. but he quiets down pretty quick, resting his head down against warm breastbone. now that he's gotten that off his chest, he's really not all that sure of what else to say.... that want had been one of the most recent, even if its something he's not looking to act on right now.

what he wants... )

... I don't know. There's not a lot... that I want.

( a softer murmur, as he turns away from what they've been doing, since Crowley's.... somehow managed to satisfy most of his wants as far as sex is concerned. )

I guess... I want my parents to come home. They've been gone for a while. ( and he's waiting, still, hoping for the day he can greet them again. glancing up, he offers Crowley an apologetic look, )

Sorry. That's probably not the kind of thing you wanted to hear, right?

[ He doesn't seem offended at all when Aoba laughs, only looking at him with his signature smile as he quirks a brow. Well he didn't say no so look who wins at the end of the day. ]

I'll just guide you. [ The pads of his thumbs slowly draw circles against skin, tempted to move up the man's back. ] But you're always touching me so I'm sure you'll be fine without my help.

[ Aoba has stared and touched him with an eagerness that could rival against anyone else who has seen him stripped of every article of clothing. Even now, while they're lying down, he still can't keep his hands off of him.

--But, of course, the same thing could be said about Crowley.

However the topic shifts, heading towards something much more melancholy. They were just talking about flipping their usual positions around and blindfolds, just how that turned into a conversation about missing parents is... well it's odd. ]

I didn't say that. [ That look Aoba gives him receives a smile, however, one that he hopes appears to be out of comfort because he's just lost right now. Unfamiliar, unaware, he doesn't know what to do with emotions he's lost over the centuries; sympathy, solicitude... he's certain that he's not even able to properly express those anymore. ]

I want to get to know you.

[ Because they're only starting to do that after fucking like three times. ]

When was the last time you saw them?

( the way Crowley's thumbs circles against his skin draw a contented noise, something that's mostly a sigh that could easily delve into a groan of happiness. Aoba's fine with it, that Crowley can't keep his hands to himself either, because he... really likes being touched like this. by him.

and while he's not against the blindfold he's a little amused Crowley seems so interested in it. even if it's going to block a fantastic view, and maybe make him a bit nervous. seeing Crowley is reassuring. but that's something they can tackle later, if that's what they move on to after ... this. cuddling? this must be cuddling, Aoba realizes a bit belatedly, rubbing his face against the other man's chest again. they haven't done this before.

... well. for like, two minutes, after the first time. )

Yeah...?

( he wants to... get to know him? Aoba wants that too. wanted it before, even, but didn't say so, because... sex with no strings attached is easy when you don't really know the other person, right? maybe it won't matter to Crowley either way but Aoba knows that once he knows more, strings will definitely be an issue on his end. he'll care. he'll want to keep seeing him, hearing from him, and... miss him.

hell, he's already feeling it, only having learning the barest information.

reaching up, he plays the tips of his fingers against Crowley's lips, grazing along the shape of the vampire's lower lip, )

... A few years ago. It started off with them leaving for shorter periods of time, and as I got older it got more and more frequent and longer until ... well, now. They're—free spirits, they can't stay in one place for long. They send postcards sometimes.

[ If he wants to call Crowley just holding Aoba for two minutes while wondering just what the fuck was going on "cuddling" then sure. Cuddle away. This is... definitely new. Lying here with someone resting on top of him, talking about wants that go beyond just sexual desires, and of course there's the soothing sound of Aoba's heart that acts like a silent lullaby playing in the background.

Ah, he thinks, it'll be a shame when it stops one day. ]

You can take your time if it makes you feel better, I'm not dying any time soon.

[ He's just full of jokes.

He glances down, feeling the gentle pad of fingertips against his lips. It's a little weird, but he decides to think too much on it and instead allow his body to move naturally--a common reaction, doing whatever he pleases, but just in a different scenario. He perks his lips, kissing the man's fingers before his gaze returns to Aoba's face. ]

Have you ever thought about traveling around to find them? [ But then again it did take himself a century to find Ferid. ] ... Or are you worried about leaving your grandmother?

( such jokes... it does make Aoba smile. a small quirk of the lips, moving on from that vaguely apologetic look.

and he's a little distracted when Crowley kisses the tip of his finger. that's—cute. really cute. leaves a small, tingling sensation in its wake, the sort that makes Aoba curl his toes in response. huh. vampires aren't supposed to be cute, are they? is it weird that he's thinking so? maybe... he doesn't really know.

tilting his wrists, Aoba moves on to settle his fingers along the shape of Crowley's jaw. half a caress, with fingers curling in to trace along its strong shape. )

I mean... I'd feel bad about leaving her, even if I think she'd understand if I talked to her about it. ( she's always been pretty reasonable and independent... ) I don't know. I'm not even sure where I'd start, and since they're constantly moving, too...

( .... he might never find them. it's something that's crossed his mind before, sure, but not seriously. )

I'm used to waiting now, so it's really not too bad. I'll wait for them to come home.

( eyes gone soft, his gaze flicks from where his fingers have been touching along the bottom of Crowley's chin to the man's eyes, )

... Your turn.

[ he's not cute he's spicy ]

The world's smaller than you think. [ Maybe he thinks that way because he's gone around it nearly a hundred times, possibly more, and the world just has gotten smaller to him. The towering buildings and growing population in humans definitely does make it feel smaller, pushing vampires to live underneath.

However that's not the only reason why he believes that. ] We managed to meet three times now, after all.

[ He lets a hand travel north, fingertips dipping into spine and slowly embracing the warmth of the man on top of him. ]

And considering we're not supposed to meddle with livestock says something.

[ Like Aoba has one sweet ass?? Who fucking knows. ]

And I want to keep breaking that rule. [ With him. For him. Crowley's not certain himself. He also doubts that Aoba will think that answer is fair enough and so he hums, eyes half-lidded. ] I also want you to meet Chess and Horn, I think the three of you would have fun playing together. [ As long as he supervised, but he'll leave that last part out. ]

Mm... you would think so, wouldn't you?

( he can only imagine the places Crowley's been in 800 years. with that much time he could travel the whole world a hundred times over, couldn't he? and saying it like that... it's just another thing about the vampire that reminds Aoba of Naine. though his feelings in regards to the two are vastly, vastly different (familial versus something distinctly more romantic), there is one thing that seems to be the same—Aoba's been drawn in, enraptured, by both.

three times does bode more than mere coincidence and Aoba smiles again, back arching at the touch along his spine. that feels nice. even if being called livestalk makes him balk a little he supposes he can see... the reason... behind that... it's not like humans don't treat animals, their livelihood, the same way.

even if he would much perfer being compared to like... like... dessert, or something... )

So it's something like fate, then?

( it's not really a question he's looking for an answer to, more like a soft mutter for himself. fate.... maybe it is something like that. not that it gives him any reasons or expectations, nor does it tell him how this might all turn out. maybe just another broken heart.

talk of wanting to break that rule make him study the color of Crowley's eyes again, searching, breath caught up in his lungs almost painfully. they manage to deflate when mention of playing with Crowley's vampire girlfriends comes up so he can answer, )

... As long as they don't kill me for touching your hair.

( or at all?! but apparently they're protective over the glorious braid, understandably so.

Aoba pauses, thinking with an inscrutable expression for a good few seconds before wiggling up a few inches, leaning in to press his lips against Crowley's. then, he nuzzles his face beside the vampire's ear, closing his eyes, )

I want that too. ( not the bit about playing with Crowley's vampire girlfriends, though he's fine with that if it doesn't end in his murder— ) I want to see you again.

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