collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

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.

( the aesthetic!! the aesthetic!!!! and also shut up maybe he does.

and wow, of course the grandpa would imagine classical music and not techno, which is what all the young hip kids like these days. dropping them beats.

at the prodding about growing into his old age, Aoba opens his mouth in offense and wrinkles his nose, gaze narrowing in mock annoyance. wrinkles. excuse you, his face is youthful—people still think he's in high school!!!

but it's not nearly as offensive as Crowley telling him to drink milk. )

No way. I'll keep my brittle bones, thanks.

( before he can make an additional snarky comment Crowley mentions being human and Aoba quites down some, listening with mild fascination. all red and shorter.... can he really be blamed for the comparisons to Naine, in that case?! it's beginning to border on the uncanny. but, blue eyes....

blue eyes... they were probably very pretty. it's a sudden pull in his chest, a hard ache that makes him wish that cameras were a thing back then. he'd love to see a picture of what he looked like before. even scars—he wants to touch things like that, trace along them, learn them.

Crowley's hand moves and Aoba watches, picturing the mark that used to be there, sweeping across the flawless stretch it is now. )

Mmph. ( he snugs even harder in the blankets when Crowley calls him unfair and pulls on them, ) This fortress is for people who are getting old. With wrinkles.

( requirements both of which Crowley does not meet. )

If you really want to come in you'll have to convince me.

( flattery, perhaps? tell him he's got the prettiest mullet in town )

[ SOUNDS FAKE BUT OKAY ]

Fortress... [ So he can raid it. And he just admitted to having brittle bones (even if it's a joke)? RIP Aoba. ] Should I bite you?

[ He tugs again, perhaps with a little more effort than he originally intended. But it helps enough to show more of the other man's face, which is all that he needed to dip down and press a quick, soft kiss to his lips. ]

Let me in. [ He's close enough to speak in a whisper, drawing in once more to kiss him once more. Then twice. ] I wanna feel you... the only human that's given me a heartbeat.

[ Is that flattering enough? He doesn't know he doesn't actually try with this shit. ]

( even if the brittle bones comment was a joke it... almost feels true when Crowley easily tugs the blankets away from his face. he almost makes a face at it, something like a scowl, but then there're lips pressed against his and it draws out a soft noise, something like a mnn, from his throat instead.

... not fair. after the first kiss he manages to keep some willpower, hugging the covers tight around himself in a stubborn move, but two more soft kisses have him becoming as pliant as wet paper.

I wanna feel you... the only human that's given me a heartbeat.

Aoba doesn't even really know what that means but it successfully seduces him anyway. wow. and he's not even trying? that's just... ugh. )

... ... Fine.

( like he was really gonna keep Crowley out. he shifts, untucking his arms and unswaddling himself from the bunch of blankets. they're still around him when he opens his arms, almost like a cave with how he hides inside of them still, )

Come here, then.

( before the fortress decides to sulk again!!! )

[ He means exactly what he says: Aoba is the only human who has given him a heartbeat in eight hundred years. It's not his own, no, but when he came close and pressed his body against his own what he felt against his chest was something that had grown to be so foreign to him over time. Distant, unclear, it was a surprise to him at that moment but one he so easily shrugged off as something simple.

He blinks slowly, satisfied with Aoba's response as he pulls himself closer. Curling underneath the sheets and wrapping his arms around the smaller's frame. ]

Mm. [ He hums lightly, and while he doesn't feel tired the fact that he's so comfortable reminds him of lazy spring days where he'd fall asleep under the sun. Days where the sun didn't hurt him, days where a coffin ironically was the best solution for him to get some good sleep without interruption. ] You're so warm.

( Crowley joins him in the blankets and Aoba brings his arm down, curling against the other man and nesting the both of them in a cocoon of covers together, blocking out the light from the lamps in the room.

it's... nice, this. maybe not the sort of place where Crowley would feel tired but just the right amount of close and warm to make Aoba sleepy as he presses close, rubs his face against the vampire's hair.

idly, he ends up pressing a kiss against those soft strands as he breathes in a now-familiar scent, closing his eyes. in his relaxation his heartbeat's slowed, the gentle thud of a creature feeling safe, comforted, and loved. )

Yeah...? ( softly, with the rustle of blankets as he shifts, pressing even closer, ) You are too. ( and even softer still: ) You're comfortable. It's... I love this feeling.

( feeling—safe, somehow. like he could stay here forever. )

[ And what's better is that Crowley is not faking this affection of his, but at the same time he's not sure as to why he's so infatuated or what he's doing. His body moves without thinking and what he receives isn't a negative response from himself or Aoba so... it's not bad.

Does he "love" this feeling, too?

... It's too complicated. Those emotions were best suited for humans who were greedy for physical and emotional closeness, everything that Crowley can't even remember if he experienced while he was human. ]

Tired? [ His hold isn't possessive, he doesn't cage him in his arms, it's a gentle hold that still radiates with everything Crowley can't describe. But if asked he'd probably agree to being in this position for a century. ] Your heart is slowing down... if you wanna sleep go ahead.

Maybe, but... I don't want to, right now.

( even if it'd be really nice, like this. but if he falls asleep then who knows how long he'll drift for, comfortable and warm like this? and Aoba knows he's a stubborn sleeper—he'll keep asking for a minute more every time, half-dreaming and nuzzling close, reluctant to let go.

moving in that gentle embrace, Aoba moves so that they're more eye to eye and settles into it again, bringing a hand up to brush his fingers under Crowley's chin. quietly looking at the vampire's face much as he can in the dimness of their blanket fortress with no... real thought or reason behind it. just admiring, his own features gone soft again.

leaning in, he presses his lips to Crowley's again, smoothing his hand and cupping it along the shape of jaw instead. a slow, lazy kiss, with a sliver of lips parted so the tip of his tongue can drift across and get a small taste of the other man. )

Do you ever sleep...?

[ Why is Aoba such a baby? It's obvious that he's growing tired, Crowley can see, hear, and feel the way his body relaxes and settles in as if he's ready to drift into sleep.

Of course he's not going to argue against him. That's way too tiring.

He's not going to question why he comes to touch his face, either. Paying far too much attention to the pair of eyes before him, slowly drifting between that and Aoba's lips before the other man is already leaning in. His lips curl up when their lips meet, which of course means that he can feel that subtle hint of tongue come against his lips.

What a tease.

He blinks first, his features remaining neutral as a hand slowly begins to draw circles on Aoba's back. ]

Sometimes. It helps time go by a little bit faster. We do actually commonly sleep in coffins... I don't know where that all started but it's actually pretty comfortable.

( wow, rude. is it so wild that he wants to cherish every second he can get? maybe it is greedy, but Crowley's never told him not to be.

the hand rubbing his back draws a hybrid between a moan and a sigh, eyelids fluttering with pleasure from the movement. it... doesn't help at all with whatever resolve he has to stay awake, lulling him farther into drowsiness. )

Coffins... so that's true.

( a murmur with a hint of humor. that was one of the things he actually thought pop culture had made up—why sleep in a coffin if you could have black out blinds and a big, comfy bed? but Aoba's a sprawler when he's not busy cuddling up to someone else.

cracking his eyes open again, he looks at Crowley, )

Mm... so you really don't want to bite me...?

( true, it would make him tired, but he's already tired... and if Crowley's hungry he really doesn't mind. )

Mm. [ It's a small hum of assurance. Silent to the rest of the world, but that's exactly what he wants while they're wrapped around sheets and in a world of their own.

What is so easily heard due to his heightened sentences has been completely cancelled out, focusing all of his attention in the smallest movements Aoba makes: the way he breathes, soft and slow, how his heart continues to pump blood through him calmly, and most importantly every little word he says. ]

I want to. [ Aoba has made the suggestion twice now so there's no reason for him to reject. He can't say that he's hungry, but he knows that the human's blood taste good so giving up to temptation when he's been holding back so far is far too easy. ] Show me your neck.

( twice, though he was really just making sure on the second—Crowley's told him to do what he wants to and... Aoba wants the same. if Crowley wants to bite him then Aoba doesn't want him to hold back; even if it hurts, it's okay. if it makes Crowley feel good it's worth it.

so Aoba just makes a soft noise of agreement, looking at Crowley's face for a second longer before tucking his own down. snug, against the vampire's shoulder, where he can press his lips down and kiss while offering the length of throat and shoulder, the sweep of muscle between them.

and during this, his hand finds its way to Crowley's chest, balling into a fist over his breastbone. )

This good..?

[ You see this is why this is relationship is heading straight for the bad end.

With Aoba comfortable against shoulder, and a hitch of breath escaping him, Crowley settles into a new desire. One that had been lingering this entire time but he had been consciously been holding back. Pushing it into the back of his mind as he focused on pleasuring both himself and Aoba, then doing so again for his own reasons. ]

Yeah. [ He brings a hand to the human's neck, gently pushing back strands of hair still in the way before he dips his head in closer. Instinct tugs on him, eyes flickering with bloodlust before his lashes flutter shut and he opens his mouth.

Fangs touch skin and Crowley doesn't hesitate as he bites down, piercing into the man's throat. It doesn't take a fraction of a second until blood touches his tongue, and while he's only taken blood from Aoba once it's familiar and sends shivers of delight down his spine as his arms tighten around the smaller man. ]

( HE JUST WANTS CROWLEY TO BE HAPPY

Aoba returns that sound with one of his own when Crowley brushes his hair back, fingers curling to scrape against skin at even that much contact. even though he knows what to expect this time he's still nervous, bracing for the web of pain that'll weave out from where fangs pierce his skin.

it's another noise, this choked in his throat, when Aoba finally does feel the bite. exhaling slow, he tries to focus on the texture of Crowley's skin against his lips. arm tightening in return, clinging back and nails dragging along the shape of the other man's spine, he opens his mouth and offers a bite in return, catching skin. nothing comparable, just the pinch of teeth that can't pierce skin, and it's not even something he even thinks about as he does it.

his heart's picked up the pause again from his relaxed, languid state. pulse thudding so hard he can hear it, blood rushing hard to the point of contact and almost making him dizzy, each passing second makes it harder to grip tight—but he forces himself to, wanting to keep as close as possible. )

[ WELL EVERYONE WHO HAS WANTED THAT DIED SO GG AOBA

Crowley can hardly feel the way blunt nails dig into the ridges of his spine, but his back muscles tense instinctively and he subconsciously releases a heavy breath from his nose. Coincidentally enough there's another small gulp of blood entering his mouth the moment Aoba leans in and sinks his teeth into Crowley's throat, which he just barely notices in the same fashion as when nails dragged along his back.

Something close to a growl manages to rumble in his throat, however it's half-lived as the sensation of blood going down silences him.

Aoba's blood is sweet, but not ridiculously so, it's subtle and just right. Something that he likes. Something that his him pulling back despite not being completely satisfied because Crowley is well aware that he'd completely drink him dry if given the chance.

He doesn't appear dainty when he finally opens his jaw and brings his mouth away from Aoba's throat, but his gaze is much softer in comparison to that predator-like glare he gave the other man the first time he sunk his teeth in. His body feels warm, shamelessly half-hard despite his calm appearance. ] Ha... [ Releasing a breath he leans in once more, but only to drag his tongue against the wound he's created on Aoba's neck. Lavishing in the warmth he's ingested, licking his lips when he finally brings some space between them.

And then comes a smile to grace his features, something bright and genuine. Still high on blood, that familiar sense of pleasure coursing through him in waves. ]

This is bad... I'm gonna start getting possessive.

( #LIVEHARDDIEYOUNG

the rumble, bare as it is, sends a shiver curling down Aoba's spine. it's—unfairly attractive, even when he's bleeding out, body responding to the feeling of a mouth against his throat and all the sounds, caught inside their fortress of blankets with them. It's... definitely weird, to get aroused during something like this, isn't it...?? but it's an undeniable reaction: flesh growing clammy and sweat building on his brow again, cock twitching, groans piling up behind his teeth.

when that hot mouth pulls away he gasps, eyelids fluttering, body tensing and then smoothing into relaxation once more from the sudden tiredness that draws up with bloodloss. yet he refuses to shut his eyes still, watching Crowley's face, basking in that softer gaze and, when there's a tongue rubbing over his would, shuddering.

ah. that smile. that's... such a good smile. it elicits one in return, tired yet satisfied, knowing that he's brought it out. with a laugh that borders on breathless, )

That's okay.

( even if he's really only thinking in the now, not beyond this bedroom. it's not like he's not feeling shades of the same, wishing that he could keep Crowley despite knowing that they live in totally different worlds. that at the end of the day, a vampire and a human are different, exist on different levels, and it'd probably not work for long. none of those thoughts keep him from wanting, though.

reaching up, Aoba presses a finger against Crowley's bottom lip, )

Is it bad that I want to do it again?

( not... as intensely. something more languid and slow would be good, he thinks. )

[ Well apparently humans feel a "humiliating immoral pleasure mixed with pain" when bitten so it's not all that surprising. So Aoba's doing something that's not weird for once! Only wanting to live good (and obviously not long).

And of course Crowley only means that his possessiveness would be temporary—at least that's what he hopes. However the fact that he has to second guess himself, that he believes that it might go beyond casual fucking, is... something he doesn't want to question. If he does that means he'll have to think about it, think about Aoba, and the last thing he needs is that.

That's hard when he still has the fact that the human said he was happy to have met him lingering in the back of his head. Crowley has already seen something like this before, watching a young man grow old and die in the name of God; old age and a long battle tying to his death, but he still remembers his voice and how he spoke to Crowley as an ageless "hero".

Anyway, back to shameless smut. ]

Not at all. [ And he's down for lazy fucking... it's actually his favorite.

His arms relax, hand moving up to cup Aoba by his cheek. ] How do you want it?

( shameless smut with feelings, look what happened, now they've both caught them

but infatuation's never been so impossible for Aoba to handle. or so he thinks, but the way his heart trips when Crowley cups his cheeks makes him feel young and stupid. well... in comparison, he is young and stupid. letting a vampire bite him, wanting him, having sex... it'd be smarter not to. even if he'd gone this far it'd be smarter to not meet up with him again after this. to let him drift away, a pleasant memory of red bangs and eyes, of generous lips and a smile that could stop a heart if it really wanted to.

well.... whatever. it's not like he was all that smart to begin with. )

Slow. ( his hand finds its way to the nape of Crowley's neck, brushing the fine hair there, ) I want... to feel you, want you on top of me. Want to touch you, too.

( acutely, he needs to feel that weight on him, comfortable and warm, heavy. needs it all around him, clogging all of his senses in a way he won't forget. )

... And I want to kiss you.

( which should be a given at this point, considering how much he likes kissing, Crowley, and kissing Crowley. and having his mouth on Crowley. leaning in, he presses a light one against the vampire's chin, )

Sound good...?

[ suddenly i can't read, idk

Slow. On top. Touching. Kissing.

Aoba had listed all of that and initially it seems easy enough to follow through. Typical in a way, but not at all disappointing. He wants to have sex, body still warm from the blood he had ingested earlier, want running deep, but recalling everything that's listed causes him to stop.

If Aoba is paying close enough attention he may be able to spot when the wheels in Crowley's old vampire brain start moving again. It happens after the kiss, grinning as he sits up and places his hands on either side of the human, hovering over him. ]

This is just me clarifying, [ If the pause wasn't evident enough, perhaps it's the curve of his brow. ] but you want me on top of you.

[ Is this leading to what he think it is... it is, isn't it. ]

You want me to ride you?

[ He needs specifics! ]

I would make a joke about taking me out to dinner first but you just did that.

Hah??

( he lets out a startled noise of surprise, eyebrows shooting up. despite the recent bloodloss apparently there's enough left to color his cheeks, going from pink to red, flushing along his throat and ears. he hadn't even been thinking about that—just thinking about grinding and feeling—but even if Crowley's teasing him it's not... an... awful... idea. )

That's not what I was... ( trailing, reaching up to rub his palms down Crowley's chest now that he's being hovered over, ) thinking, but... I wouldn't... hate that.

( and that's not something he's experienced before—a first for him, though he's a little to embarrassed to admit it.

his shoulder aches on the side Crowley bit but he doesn't stop him from sitting up a bit, caressing along the dip of waist and ribs. if he's being teased, he wants to tease something back, so it's without much thought that he says: )

Unless you want to sit on my face~

( he's kidding, oh my god. )

[ Wow. For once Crowley isn't teasing and because of that he feels like he's the one being teased. The only reason he even offered up that suggestion was because Aoba had brought it up earlier, so the fact that he completely read it wrong is a little embarrassing. ]

Oh, if that's not what you meant then forget it. [ Now he's teasing, easing back into his usual routine as the palms of Aoba's hands coax him. ] Tomorrow. Maybe.

[ Was it technically the next day? He's not sure, the curtains were still pullled in and it's not like he's taken a chance to glance at the clock since they got here. No, all of his attention drifted away from the rest of the world with Aoba becoming his world, in a sense.

He settles on his knees, using both hands to part open Aoba's thighs as the sheets slide off. ] And you should be really careful with what you say, because I might just do it.

[ He's just kidding. That's probably the weird shit he heard from the other room. ]

( can Crowley get embarrassed.... he'd love to know...

but if he is, Aoba definitely can't tell. he's too busy thinking about what'd it'd be like if Crowley did ride him—it's not what he meant but now he's. thinking about it. a lot.

tomorrow.... when's that? Aoba doesn't know either. honestly, he doesn't really care. equally caught up and enamored, finding himself watching the color of Crowley's eyes rather than glancing a clock. so they were blue once... that's something he keeps trying to picture. a light blue? a rich, royal blue?

Crowley's comment might be from the kinksters next door but makes Aoba flush anyway, biting down gently on his lip. which is probably his way of saying how he wouldn't mind having Crowley do something like that, either. )

... Mm. ( spreading his legs, letting out a breath, ) But... now I'm thinking about it. The first thing.

( ideas!! leaning up a bit more, he presses his palms into the sheets, )

Can we try?

[ holy shit Aoba think of anything else. literally anything else. think about your dog. ]

If you wanna be technical the first thing you mentioned wasn't me riding you. [ Those are just the facts, Aoba said it himself. And of course Crowley isn't against the idea considering he's offering it for a later time but...

That's going to be so much work. Endless stamina means jack shit if you don't want to use it; Crowley groans, leaning forward to hide his face in the crook of his neck. Of course curiosity stirs in his stomach, pulling him towards immediately agreeing and yet he hesitates, warmth building at the back of his neck and lightly staining his cheeks. ] Is that what you want?

[ He leans back, crimson eyes focusing on the man in front of him and demanding a straight answer. ]

If you do then I have to prep myself.

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