collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ 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.

[ aoba your daddy kink is showing again

He doesn't want to call what they have fate--

But if that's what he wanted to call it who was Crowley to stop him? It's true that now it's not a mere coincidence since they're not meeting under terms of a dare, but Crowley just... can't agree on something like "fate"; he hates the word. If there's some third party working to bring them together then it's probably Ferid, he can at least believe that.

He'll keep his negativity to himself, however. There's no reason for him to spread his bitterness. ]

They won't lift a finger of malice towards you. [ Not when he's being entertained in this eternal life of his, even if he believes this will all just be something temporary. At least until Aoba finds someone--a human--who will help him realize that even just a sexual relationship with a vampire was foolish.

He knows the feeling of someone gripping his heart with their own fingers, and for a brief moment in time he feels that's exactly what happens when calm, golden eyes flicker over his own gaze. Seeing a reflection of himself in Aoba, feeling weak, exposed, but not at all threatened. In fact he feels warm when their lips connect, leaning in softly before his mouth curls into a soft grin. ]

Should we swear on it?

Edited 2017-03-21 05:35 (UTC)

( gosh look don't judge him, it's not his fault there are similarities!

and wow so bitter Crowley!!! but Aoba doesn't have anything better to call it—some things are meant to be, it feels like. it's not out of any religious fervor or some kind of faith but... merely thinking that chance isn't everything.

it's nothing to linger over. Crowley talks about swearing on that desire and Aoba peeks up again, blinking a few times at the prospect. swearing on it... that's a promise. )

Mm. ( a gentle noise of agreement as he reaches up to brush his fingers through the man's bangs with affection, ) I'd like that.

( maybe Crowley would be more at ease if he knew the kind of guys Aoba ends up interested in—or maybe even more concerned, given his questionable taste, who knows. he is, perhaps fortunately, perhaps unfortunately, not the kind of guy to be distracted from those he cares about based on things like what they are. )

Then... it's a promise. I'll see you again.

( and he laughs in that same gentle way, teasing a lock of hair between the pads of his index finger and thumb. )

Not that I'm done seeing you now.

( not by a long shot. maybe two days wouldn't be so impossible after all...? when did he start thinking this way? studying Crowley's eyes, he continues to tease the man's hair between his fingers, idle little touches. )

[ Don't blame him for being bitter he's eight hundred years old and all his friends are dead! Plus he was a man of faith that struggled to keep his belief but ended up... here.

But he nods in agreement, to them meeting again, and he can't help but break into a smile. Why? His chest warms and he doesn't know what exactly that means—apparently there's a lot that Crowley doesn't understand while Aoba's in his presence, but he's in no rush to figure out what it means now. ]

You're not? You have that much free times? [ Subtly calling Aoba a friendless loser like he doesn't only have two people as companions. Yikes. ] Or is it because you want to do that?

[ What he mentioned earlier.

Humans are so greedy. ]

( wow. wow. that's so rude!! his childhood bestie is still alive even if he's fucked up and would probably be devastated if he knew what Aoba was doing right this second, but he's still there. Aoba makes a face and thumps his index and middle fingers in the center of Crowley's forehead, )

Neither.

( yeesh, what does he look like? a completely depraved homebody? ... don't answer that.

huffing, Aoba moves off of Crowley's chest and beside him onto the bed, taking the blankets with him so he can roll and cocoon himself in them. only his eyes peek out once he's finished, squinting at the other man, )

I just want to spend more time with you. Is that so weird? We don't have to be having sex.

( as much as he likes the sex. a lot. but right now's... what? the longest they've ever spent together? he doesn't think it's wild to not want it to end so quickly.

whatever. sulking, he fwumps the other way, looking at the opposite wall, still snug in his blanket. )

Neither?

[ Listen... Crowley can be dumb sometimes. He has a hard time with riddles, reading the atmosphere and noticing what Aoba does and doesn't want to do isn't entirely easy either. Vampires could do so much but mind reading is (un)fortunately not one of them. ]

... Are you pouting?

[ He's totally pouting. It's kind of cute.

Crowley is neither disappointed or irritated when Aoba moves from on top of him, leaving him without any blankets while he wraps himself up. He just rolls over to his side, resting the side of his face in the palm of his hand while propping himself up on his elbow. ]

Don't be like that~ It's not weird, but that's all we've been doing since we met. [ He's only speaking the truth?? Aoba can't be mad at him for that!! ] So what do you wanna do?

( okay, so that's true, and Aoba does want to have more sex at some point... so it's not like he can totally blame him. so he rolls back over and peeks up at Crowley again, still safe and snug in his cocoon of covers. )

I want to know more about you. ( and shut up, he's not pouting ~~yes he is~~. ) The things you like and the things you don't like. Your favorite color. Your birthday... if you remember it.

( cause he hella old and all. a not so subtle jab. )

.... I don't know. Stuff like that.

( it's a genuine interest despite knowing that it'll just make things... weirder between them. not necessarily bad, but the strings of attachment will tighten, knot, wrap around his heart like a ribbon.

Pursing his lips, Aoba adds, )

And then later maybe I'll try that blindfold thing. Maybe.

( he still doesn't really get Crowley's fascination with depriving him of the super sexy sight of his naked bod, but okay )

My favorite color... ? [ These are such odd questions. Were they commonly used by humans in the modern age whenever they wanted to strike up a conversation? It almost seems silly to him... in fact, it does, and he can't help but chuckle lightly. ] I guess if you had to make me choose one it'd be silver.

And I told you before that I like fighting and reading so that still applies, but I guess I like a good game of chess. [ Vampires are really boring. More news at 11. ] An acquaintance of mine got me to start working on cars and I don't hate it, so... [ mechanic au... it could be out there ]

Speaking of that person, I hate people like him. Mischievous and sneaky, the type of person who won't blink twice before stabbing you in the back and who has absolutely no morals, but he keeps things interesting. [ A pause, because if he doesn't then he won't stop to list out every little thing he actually does hate. ] I don't like running.

My birthday is, uh... [ Give him a moment, humming lightly. ] December 5th. But I haven't celebrated it like humans do for a long time, so it doesn't really matter to me.

[ And surprisingly enough he doesn't mentioning anything about the blindfold. In fact, that's the farthest thing from his mind right now. ]

And of course it's only fair that you tell me more about yourself in return.

( fighting and reading and... chess. wow. Crowley's a grandpa in a hot boyfriend's body. it makes Aoba grin, half obscured still by the covers, but there's no hiding the way the lines crinkle around his eyes with it.

though at the mention of working on cars and working on them, Aoba's eyebrows raise. that's... not. a bad. image. at all. in fact, maybe that's a thing he'll dwell on later when they aren't talking about a bunch of different things at once.

but the mention of a person Crowley hates—really catches his interest, makes him quiet, even when the I don't like running admittance is pretty funny. why would he stay with someone he hates? even if he keeps things interesting, isn't that... kind of...? hm. )

December 5th...

( a soft murmur as he studies Crowley's face again, his eyelashes, the color of those eyes. even if Crowley doesn't celebrate it like humans do anymore, Aoba won't forget it.

it's all information he peculates on for a few seconds before offering his own, )

... My birthday is April 22nd. And.... ( for some reason, he feels like he'll be teased if he says his favorite color is blue, so he won't, ) ... I like music. Usually I'll listen to some before I fall asleep. I work at Junk Shop Heibon—it's not really junk, just... a little bit of everything. You can find some pretty good parts there.

My AllMate's name is Ren—you should meet him sometime—and he's usually with me. It's weird that we've met pretty much the few times I haven't had him around, actually. And... hm. I hate milk. It's disgusting.

( understatement. )

And I guess—that's the type of person I wouldn't like very much either.

( people who want to stab you in the back and are without morals are... pretty terrible!!! )

[ so now he's the hot vampire boyfriend!? aoba falls fast.

There's only a short hum as a response, nodding his head with the additional information he's learning of Aoba. And if he's going to be called a grandpa in a hot body for liking chess then so is Aoba, and yes Crowley is imagining him listening to classical music. Shut up. ]

So you're going to be turning twenty-four soon. [ He grins, eyes lidded. ] You're getting old. Wait, [ He leans closer, observing what little of Aoba's face he's able to see. ] I think I see wrinkles already.

I'll meet Ren and you'll meet Chess and Horn, sounds like a deal. And isn't there a human saying that if you don't drink milk you'll have fragile bones? You should really reconsider that, I drank plenty when I was human. [ Milk contributed to this hot bod, just throwing facts. ]

Hm... speaking of being human. [ It's hard to not notice that Aoba has been staring at his eyes, almost always does, and when he sees himself in them it reminds him of times where he'd look in the mirror and have an extremely different appearance. ] You already know that my hair was shorter, but it used to be all red. I just wanted to change it. [ Said with a shrug. ] My eyes were blue back then and...

[ Bringing a hand to his chest, his fingers draw a line from his left breast, making a slightly diagonal line that almost reaches his belly button. ]

I had a scar here, and then a couple on my back. Some from war but most were from training.

Anyway. [ He brings that hand up, using it to tug at the sheets. ] Let me in, it's not fair.

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