collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ 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.

( is that really what you want, when he can date his dog. think this through...

huff huff huff. so technical.

Aoba's hands settle on Crowley's upper arms when the man moves in, rubbing, wondering if that groans because it's... something he doesn't want to try, or because of some other reason...? then again, this is also the vampire that said he doesn't like running. is he really that lazy? it's...... kind of cute..... which, of course, Aoba realizes right after is a weird thing to think is cute. most people consider that a character flaw. )

Yeah. I want to. ( well, he's not gonna lie. it can still be slow that way, right? ) Ah—I can help you with that...? You don't have to do it yourself.

( honestly, he can think of a few ways he could help with that. but still! looking back into his face, blinking, )

If you really don't want to, we can do something else.

[ choose: date the dog or date the vampire. ]

It's not that I don't want to or else I'd just tell you that I'm not into it. [ Crowley's not the wishy-washy type of person, he likes what he likes and dislikes what he dislikes; being unable to give or receive a straight answer was enough to crack his usual, calm demeanor, but fortunately that's not what is happening here. ] It's just unexpected, and...

A little hot, I guess.

[ His hands grab Aoba by his hips, pulling him forward. ]

I like it when you tell me what you want.

[ Which is probably why he has Aoba begging all the time. Hearing it, being able to pull that side of him out, was something that he admittedly craved for. It's easier to figure out what someone does and doesn't want to do... even if Aoba might think that there's an simpler way to go about it. ]

Either way, what I'm trying to say is that I'm fine with it.

( por que no los dos

Aoba's flushing at Crowley calling it a little bit hot. he thinks the same, honestly, and he's... really excited to see the kinds of faces the vampire'll make with this kind of thing. something he might say if he wasn't afraid of that whole blindfold business coming up again—darn it, he wants to see this. it's hot.

he's pulled by the hips and almost squeaks, somehow managing to keep it down to a muffled noise of surprise and delight. he's... sort of figured out that Crowley likes hearing him say what he likes, even if it's still hard for him at times. easily embarrassed and preferring to just do rather than listen to his own sordid kinks out loud. but... if Crowley likes it... it's not... so bad. )

Nn. ( moving up, reaching to wrap his arms around his neck, ) So does that mean I can help you? Because I want to.

( if he's really fine with it... and they can take their time with this. it's not the heated, intense urge to fuck of earlier that's edging him along now—it's fondness. even if he's tired, aching, he still wants to do it. wants that closeness. honestly, the how doesn't matter so much to him at this point.

leaning in, Aoba presses a kiss against Crowley's mouth, )

I want to know what you like, too.

[ tu es einfach

Even if Aoba doesn't say anything it's still something that lingers in the back of his head. Crowley was—is still somewhat serious about the blindfold, but it's really depending on how he feels.

He's tugged forward just slightly as slender arms move to fit themselves around his neck, crimson eyes half-lidded and nothing more as he's meeting Aoba halfway for the kiss. It's nothing predicted and something in the bottom parts of his chest flutters with a subtle sort of excitement. Nothing like it was previously, it's not a wild hurricane of needs and desires wanting to be met but something much more calm.

Don't get him wrong he's still dtf but it's gonna be the slow kind of fuck... dtcf... down to chill fuck. ]

Yeah, I'm gonna need you. [ It feels weird having to be aided by a human but outside of a vampire's need for blood but... whatever. ] I'll tell you... later. [ Maybe.

Crowley leans in, not satisfied with a single kiss. An arm instinctively wraps around Aoba's waist, eyes closing as that possessiveness he spoke of earlier begins to surface in that desperation to brings their lips back together. ]

( dtcf sounds good when he's tired from coming twice before and offering himself up as dinner

and he's feeling the same way, anyway. moods matching almost as well as their kinks do. there's a similar kind of tingling in his own chest, the flood of warmth and twinge of excitement, anticipation, though still lazy and sluggish in a comfortable way.

the next huff he lets out is one of pleasure. yeah, I'm gonna need you. good. he wants to be needed, wants to help, wants to... make Crowley feel good, or happy, or whatever else. he wouldn't be satisfied with just watching the man do it himself. and if Crowley says he'll tell him later—he can accept that, not likely to let it go, stubborn as he can be. )

Mm... okay.

( a single kiss isn't good enough for either of them. Aoba presses closer, not-so-quietly delighting in the pressure of an arm around his waist when it evokes a short groan, meeting their lips again with hunger of his own. one hand finds itself in Crowley's hair before he's even thinking about it, curling soft locks around fingers and tugging as he tilts his head. parting lips, tongue slowly making its way to flick against Crowley's, lazy movement that's more tasting and appreciative than before.

this time he doesn't try to break away, doesn't want to. if he could lazily kiss Crowley for hours, he would. learn every inch of his mouth thoroughly and remember the feeling of it and his teeth, his tongue, the way his lips move. another selfish thought but it doesn't seem like he minds it when Aoba's selfish. )

[ Honestly the fact that Aoba is even awake right now is a supernatural phenomenon. As a vampire he's quite impressed, but he knows what hunger, greed, and temptation can do to a man—which is why he relishes in the taste of Aoba's lips against his own that's soon accompanied by a tongue he's now familiar with. Who would have thought that a sloppy kiss similar to this would have lead them here? Humming pleasantly his hand leaves the sheets to instead ghost around the man's side, stopping near his ribs.

And as much as he'd find it interesting to see Aoba indulge in his selfishness, to perhaps forget the concept of time and allow their kiss to actually go on a minute longer than what either would expect, they still had much to do.

And his cock isn't going to be satisfied with just kissing, though it grows with arousal.

For the time being, however, the kiss doesn't break. Not even when Crowley's breath hitches in his throat as tongue comes across teeth and he has to drag his temptation away from biting. His lungs start a slow burn, hand traveling once more to grab Aoba by his arm and pull it away from his hair. (All the while making sure he doesn't accidentally tug at his hair in a way that's uncomfortable.) Like all actions by Crowley, these are done on a whim: taking Aoba's hand into his and interlocking their fingers, pulling away from the kiss, he brings the back of his hand to his lips. Baring his teeth lightly against skin, skimming across knuckles before he extends his tongue and drags the wet muscle down to his the human's wrist.

The hold is brief as his fingers move. Making it more comfortable for the two of them as he brings fingertips to his lips, kissing lightly, before one is taken between his teeth down to Aoba's first knuckle and Crowley begins sucking gently. Slow and yet his grip tightens at the same time before he's pulling back far enough to bring a second finger into his mouth, gently teasing with his tongue. The entire time Crowley's eyes remain closed, but it's certainly not due to embarrassment and more because he wants to concentrate solely on how the other man sounds. ]

( kissing can't satisfy Crowley but Aoba's certainly getting along fine with it—his cock's half hard and when their mouths part he's near panting, heart beating hard again. maybe it's because he's tired, maybe it's the bloodloss, maybe it's the dull ache in his shoulder from having been bitten none too long ago. the memory, even, of that bite.

and maybe it's because he's becoming a more familiar lover that Aoba's responding quicker and more eagerly, body growing used to the vampire's touch and craving more of it. delighting in the mix of familiar and new. there's something addictive about it, that he wouldn't be able to explain even if he tried.

like... a mouth against the back of his hand, wrist. warmth of tongue flicking across and the coolness as air settles over that spot. )

—...aah.... ( a weak whimper as he shudders, everything feeling so very acute, fine hairs raising on the back of his neck. it breaks into a more choked noise when Crowley starts sucking his finger, a shiver making him quake, back arching with the odd sensation. it's... hot. sends a pang right through his groin and he groans, ) haa... uh... nn... hff... ( with the weirdness that curls in his gut and makes him outright fidget. rub his thighs together, trying to assuage the strange feelings. )

Cro... wley.

( what the hell... finger sucking shouldn't elicit such weird reactions. it's gotta be Crowley's fault, for just being Crowley.

with another short breath, a heavy line in the way his brow knits, he begins to gently curl his fingers. rubbing them back against that teasing tongue and going so far as to rub against his teeth, ever curious about those fangs, what they feel like. it's fascinating, having the chance to explore his mouth when they aren't kissing. and maybe he'll solve the mystery of how Crowley definitely didn't have fangs that one time before suddenly having them. an illusion he's still not over.

Aoba's free hand traces along the man's shoulder, still half-hooked for support as he leans forward. circles with fingertips, moving back up to run along the shell of an ear again. studying its shape through lidded eyes and finding it—cute.

it's a whim of his own to lean in and bite Crowley's earlobe. seriously, not even a thought as he does it, scraping his teeth against it and tugging, and not all that gently. )

[ His breath hitches again, this time in the heated reaction to fingers pressing against his tongue. It's nothing something that he can adjust to quickly and is the reason why a small, subtle groan manages to escape the small crack between his lips. When he had brought Aoba's fingers to his mouth he didn't expect it to feel this nice, and he too predicts it's simply all the human's fault for him to grow warm with arousal.

Fingers play with his fangs and that instinctive desire to bite pulls his attention away briefly to the gentle pad against his ear. Enough that a choked, incoherent sound is pulled out of his throat when teeth meet skin and it's not the least bit careful. ] Ah!

[ He pulls back, lines of saliva follow this swift motion before breaking. ]

Careful, you can't make me bleed.

[ Because if he did that'd be a whole different problem... one that he didn't want to even imagine, so he quickly moves on. ]

So when are you gonna start helping me?

( there's a moment of brief surprise when Crowley warns about making him bleed—honestly, Aoba had been kind of operating under the assumption that he wouldn't be strong enough to pierce skin. weren't vampires like... made of steel? like superman? apparently it isn't so and he makes a soft noise of understanding, though not quite. still, it's not as if he wants to really hurt Crowley and make him bleed.

instead he focuses on the second part. so when are you gonna start helping me? Aoba's cheeks flush and he nods, suddenly feeling—nervous—and the way his heart flutters reflects that. he wants this but he doesn't have much experience, not too sure what he should do. it's been done to him but it's not like he had the mind to take notes. and even if he's been with women, this isn't the same. )

R-right.

( oh... he hecked up, he doesn't know what he's doing. he's not sexy and dominant like Crowley is. should have agreed to that blindfold after all; then he could blame his clumsy fumbling on a lack of sight.

... for now, he decides, he'll do what he can. so Aoba shifts back, rubbing his thumb against the pads of two wet fingers, doing something incredibly odd by slipping them into his own mouth and sucking over where Crowley sucked. ) ... Nn. ( it tastes kind of good. he's kissed Crowley enough, so he's more familiar with his flavor. swiping his fingers across his lips, wetting them as he eyes lid and gaze goes veering toward sultry, )

Then, lie back for me. ( as his hands drop to Crowley's thighs, trying to nudge them apart. even if he's blushing, worried he won't be able to make the vampire feel good, he's determined to try, ) Let me see you.

[ Spoilers: The blindfold will come in the next tag... or will it... who fuckin' knows. (I fuckin' know.)

But vampires aren't made of steel, they cut and bleed like humans do but the difference is that they heal. And soon enough the pain is replaced with something more subtle, growing familiar to several injuries, but his pain tolerance also means that at times he may not be able to register when he's bleeding. And while it's fine for him to drink another vampires blood, a human drinking the blood of a vampire would result in something... unfortunate.

To put simply, he doesn't want Aoba to end up like himself. An immortal monster who survives on the blood of humans, to have to cut all ties with the ones he cares for because he would outlive them and learn that his humanity would wane in the process. It's the last thing he wants.

And while that's pushed into the bottom of his list, at the top is what they're doing now. ]

... You could have just asked me to suck on them again. [ So he wouldn't have to do it himself. But it's hot, reminds him of when Aoba was sucking his cock earlier, and he burns with the desire of experiencing that again. ] Right.

[ Even if Aoba doesn't say anything there's this... subtle hint in the air that warns Crowley that the human may be inexperienced with having the roles reversed.

Fuck it, it's fine.

So Crowley leans back, the lower half of his back meeting with the mattress as his rests himself on his elbows. Doing more by spreading his thighs a little wider, narrowed eyes looking up at Aoba with quiet expectation. ]

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