collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ 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. ]

I like how you taste.

( which is the reason why he sucked on them after Crowley had. but he's not going to lick his fingers forever; when the other man moves back he shifts as well, watching, almost hawklike in his gaze as he just stares at the spread for a solid few seconds. for a guy that's easily embarrassed in bed he's pretty shameless about checking out his partner.

... look, the view's pretty great, and Aoba's still trying to learn every inch. pushing back and then settling down onto his stomach, he puts himself nice and snug between Crowley's thighs, an arm even hooking around one. in a situation not running on role reversal Aoba knows what he would like in this position... and while that's not necessarily what Crowley will like, it's a starting point to branch off from.

flicking his tongue out, rather than going to suck on his cock right away, Aoba teases his lips down, licks, uses his mouth and saliva-wet fingers to fondle balls and the length underneath Crowley's dick. short quick movements paired with longer licks using the flat of his tongue, soft sounds from his throat as he once again gets that muskier flavor, his own cock twitching with thickening arousal. there's no rushing to his movements; he's taking his time, going slow, just like he said he wanted.

rather than move his head up and his hand down, Aoba... ends up doing the opposite, for no particular reason other than curiosity. moving to pump his hand up and down the length of Crowley's cock, saliva making the movements slick, he nudges his chin down and—whaaaat're you doin' there, Aoba—glances up at Crowley's face, gold eyes forcing contact before lidding, pressing his face in more to rub his tongue against that puckering of skin.

he'll totally stop if Crowley thinks it's too weird, but he... definitely doesn't mind doing it. huh. )

[ His lips press together into a line, words playing at the tip of his tongue but he refuses to confess the same. It's a little odd, probably just a bit gross, but he's not one to judge on what is and isn't disgusting considering he survives on consuming human blood... nah. He's still gonna be a little judgmental; blood and saliva are two separate things.

His weight shifts slightly when Aoba hooks an arm around his thigh, evidently not the least bit tense as curious red eyes flickered upward. Now looking up isn't too unfamiliar, but in a position where he's both exposed and being revealed slowly underneath Aoba's fingertips were. ]

Your face is really obscene. [ Offensive in a way that Aoba's attractive. Too attractive. He's always been cute, sure, and each encounter he found himself more physically attracted in the human than the last, but getting a look of his face has him wanting to grab him by his chin and pull him into another kiss.

Not that he can, nor will he, as Aoba dips down further to the lower half of his waist. Teasing him. The heat of his tongue brings a shiver down his spine and initially he breathes calmly, slowly, only tossing his head to the side when wet and delicate fingers begin to play with his balls. He finally releases a sound, low and subtle, gripping onto his patience as well as the sheets.

—Whaaaaaaaaaaaat is Aoba doing.

Crowley, a previous child of God, is in a complete state of surprise. Eyes widening briefly, catching a swift glance from the other man before he feels the pressure of tongue against his skin. It's unexpected, surprising, unfamiliar, and he doesn't know how to respond and allows his body to do that for him: his toes curl, his cock twitching due to the sensation of tongue and experienced fingers, closing his eyes as his lips crack open and release another low, lush groan. ]

( gosh like he doesn't get a ton from all that sucking face

Aoba's not sure how to react to being told his face is obscene—he's embarrassed, because he hates showing weird faces almost most of all, but if he shies away now he might never get another chance to do this. or he'll get teased. is it really... obscene? that's a comment he's going to be thinking about later, for sure.

better to focus on what he's doing and not worry about making weird faces. not when Crowley's making so many good ones of his own, worthy of frequent glances when he can take them. he'd apologize to Jesus for leading this one astray if Crowley hadn't given up on that long ago, and he's not even a little sorry when he hears that guttural sound in response. so it's okay...? he likes it?

feeling the way Crowley's cock stiffens and encourages both his hand and his mouth. moving the pad of his index finger against its slit, he takes a chance on rubbing swirls against its head, experimenting in a way he hadn't before. slow, teasing still, wanting to draw more sweet reactions.

and—what would he like, if someone were doing this to him...? wanting to offer Crowley the same amazing things he's felt, he pushes his head down more, nudging chin in harder to tease his lips against that spot. kissing, swirling the tip of his tongue around and then flicking it, repeating the gesture over and over again in quick repeat and then slow, back to kissing before doing it again.)

Hff.

( exhaling through his nose, he rolls his hips down on the bed—he's getting really... really turned on, cock aching with a dull pulse, but won't allow himself to get distracted by his own needs. not now. right now, he honestly wants to give, not take.

once Aoba feels like he's teased outside enough he pushes the tip of his tongue against that ring of muscle, just the barest penetration with its tip to see if that's received okay. )

Nn..?

[ Aoba will wet his fingertip with a few drops of pre, smearing it around the head of Crowley's cock and causing him to suck in a breath. His jaw clenches, hoarse groans and needy moans threatening to slip past his lips but that's something that the vampire absolutely refuses to do.

You would think someone would have done it all in eight hundred years, but there's still much Crowley hasn't experienced. So truthfully this is a bit out of his comfort zone—but he's not uncomfortable, just slightly embarrassed... for Aoba. Because he's the one doing this and Crowley is only reacting naturally; the thigh in the other man's grip flinches once the warmth of Aoba's tongue works against skin. ]

That's... [ good. He wants to finish but he can feel the rumble in his throat hinting at another groan. He closes his mouth, perhaps far too quickly because his bottom lip catches onto a sharp fang and he accidentally ends up cutting it. Nothing serious, just a brief, dull throb. He brings the back of his hand to his mouth, the wound sure enough healing but doing so to make sure no blood falls.

Crowley brings his back against the sheets, arching it slightly and tossing his head back. ] Aoba...

I wanna fuck you.

( and in a twist no one ever expected, somehow, as long as it's not being pointed out, Aoba doesn't mind doing this kind of thing. likes it. especially not when he's hearing groans in a whole new way, finger already damp with a couple drops of pre. it's—an experience. it's kind of addicting, having someone so damn appealing and strong squirming under his touch.

he doesn't notice Crowley bite his lip or see how the man checks for blood, but he does feel the way tenses and arches.

there's a guttural sound from his own throat. yeah. god, he wants that too. he doesn't stop straight away, still lazily teasing with his tongue and fingers, but when he does loosen his grip and slide back into his calves, he's panting, face flush and cock hard, )

... I want that too.

( but that's not stopping him from digging his fingers in at Crowley's hips and grinding his hips forward, playfully jerking the other man against him while rutting his cock up against where he'd been licking. brows knit together and lips parted in a silent gasp, Aoba shivers at the sensation of finally getting some friction. )

Hhh....! ( a weak noise, a short forced out breath at how good it feels, ) We... I have to stretch you out first, right...? We can—use lube this time.

( but really... it's whatever Crowley wants. Aoba looks up again, gold breaking through black lashes, simmering with a low-burning heat that's intense on the vampire's face, )

How do you want it?

( if Crowley's suddenly feeling like fucking another way, Aoba's okay with that.

... and even if he's still fine with the original plan, he sorts of wants to hear him say it. )

[ He moves the hand away from his face, chest rising and falling steadily, just a few degrees faster than ordinary breathing and yet enough to display that Crowley was undoubtedly aroused. Aoba's touch should be such a simple thing since it's registered in his brain that he's human—should be, why it works to have him painfully hard and wanting to mount the other man is yet another mystery.

The hard, solid length of Aoba's cock rocks against him and a hand reaches out to grab Aoba hips, fingers digging and hooking in like claws. ]

Stop asking questions. [ He's swallowed down what could have been another moan, brows furrowed as strands of hair stick to his face. ] Hurry and get the lube before I reconsider fucking you in public.

[ Or close enough to it. If the sun isn't out he can easily have him displayed in front of the window. If anyone happens to see then... whatever. If it makes Aoba feel any better then they can just use the blindfold.

Oh. Right.

While Aoba decides on whatever he wants—letting Crowley take control or getting the lube—the vampire twists his body to the side, pulling himself over to the edge of the bed and glancing over. That obnoxious shade of blue sure is a complete contrast compared to the carpet across the floor, easy to pick out and easy to reach before he's sitting up. ] Here. [ He rolls the shirt up so that the hem and neck holes form into a single one. ] Unless you can find one in there we'll use this as your blindfold.

( Aoba's mouth drops open to make a comment but then snaps shut when Crowley brings up the whole public angle. his heart can't handle something so obscene. so the man huffs, cheeks puffed for the moment that he shifts away to get the lube, wanting to grind against Crowley some more but not wanting to try his luck.

leaning over, he doesn't really notice Crowley making a makeshift blindfold out of that shirt; pawing through the draw, he raises his eyebrows at what he does find: condoms, lube, handcuffs, some strips of rope, and a hotel bible. something seems out of place.

rolling back over with the bottle of lube in his hand and cracking it open, his gaze finally falls on that wound up shirt. )

Hah? ( cheeks flushing again; the bottle pops with its unsealment, ) I know you said that, but...

( ... I thought you were just teasing is the end of that sentence, but he doesn't finish it. it's not like Crowley hasn't mentioned it before. there's mild conflict across his expression: yes, he wants to do something Crowley will be into.... but he also really wants to see him. how he moves. expressions. Aoba's nearly as visual as he is handsy.

and, if he's being honest, not having a visual is a little out of his comfort zone. but Crowley's is pushing his, right...? and as long as they're touching Aoba's nerves shouldn't be too bad, since there are other ways to find reassurance.

even so... it's a great deal of trust. )

.... .. Okay.

( so he takes that shirt into his hands, worrying its ends with his hands for a second as he stares down at it, nearly fidgeting. it's fine. quietly, he presses the fabric over his eyes, reaching back and knotting it tight. it serves its purpose well—rolled like this, it's not even a little see-through.

shifting again on the bed, one hand falls to the bottle of lube that he'd tucked between his knees so he could tie that knot. ) I can't— ( the other stretches out, reaching in the direction where he'd last seen Crowley, reaching: ) .... Come here?

[ They can snuggle up and read the bible after how nice! ]

But? [ The word drags, eyes and movements expectant of Aoba compromising. But if he had rejected then Crowley wouldn't have pouted for long, if only because it wouldn't be the most disappointed he's ever been in his life.

His fingers unravel from fabric, allowing the human to take it into his own hands and tie it on his own. A part of him wants to ask and affirm that he can't see but Aoba has yet to lie to him (at least that's what he believes) so there's no reason for him to question it.

Initially he's silent, staring at the way the other man gropes around in hopes of finding him. He doesn't grab his hand but he does allow that hand to press against his chest as he brings himself closer. ] Mm. [ The sound comes lightly, warming up his throat, and soon Crowley is straddling over Aoba's lap. Resting on his shins, hands placing themselves along the younger's jaw. ]

This good?

( he feels better the instant that he feels Crowley's chest. the silence had been a little unnerving and it would have gotten him flustered if it went on too long—but then there's the warmth of a body and Aoba lets free a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. )

H... ( the sensation of Crowley pressing against him, straddling his lap, prickles goosebumps across his skin. and he's not expecting the touch to his jaw—he can't expect anything, he can't see—and it draws another noise. a slow inhale now, as his arms find themselves around Crowley's waist and he nods his chin up. ) Y... yeah. This is good.

( Aoba's arms tighten in an embrace as he tries to picture this scene in his mind. how Crowley might be looking at him, what sort of expression he might be wearing. it's... not so easy, but he is more aware of the richness of that voice now, and the way his body feels.

the urge to kiss Crowley again is there but he refrains, considering where his mouth had just been before, so he opts to bite down on his own lower lip instead. scraping his teeth down hard. wanting. not knowing how to get there. )

... I really do need you to guide me. I can't see at all.

( he confirms that curiosity without needing to be asked, one of his hands drawing down to the small of Crowley's back. )

[ Crowley doesn't look to Aoba in indifference, but if there were a third party here it certainly would appear so. However it's brief, just a neutral stance as he settles into this new position, before the corners of his mouth slowly lift into an all too entertained grin. He wants to laugh and allows himself to do so, but it's nothing like the mirthful sound from earlier and actually is much softer in comparison.

Aoba's an... enigma. He's seriously too cute for his own good. In his world humans are viewed as livestock, a source of food and survival, anything more makes them eccentric. Or perhaps Crowley's the one that's different, considering he's greedily indulging himself in everything Aoba is willing to give him.

Except for kisses. At least for now. He's gonna have to brush his teeth and get some mouthwash first. ]

Right, right.

[ He reaches between them, shifting back just a tad to grab the bottle from between Aoba's knees. ] Give me one of your hands. Just put it in front of your chest, palm up. [ It's a gentle demand, but a demand none-the-less, the cap having already been open after the other man's flustered response. And Crowley waits until Aoba does so, patiently of course, before he's squeezing the bottle and coating the man's slender fingers with lube. ]

( thank goodness for hotel provided toothbrushes!!

with the blindfold he doesn't get to see that neutral expression or the smile it turns into. all he hears is that laugh and he has to wonder if he... did something funny? pursing his lips, Aoba hugs a bit tighter in that moment, liking the way he can feel the vibration of that laugh in Crowley's chest, soft as it is. even if he's not sure if it's because he made a weird face and now he's being laughed at.

Aoba brings one hand up freely, doing as Crowley directs and putting it in front of his chest, palm up. even though he's expecting the coolness of the lube it's still a weird sensation, coating his fingers and dripping down, going as far as his wrist when he flexes them and rubs his thumb against the pads of his index and middle fingers. )

Ah. ( like this—it's better to go from the front, right...? ) Lean up, just a little...

( the arm around Crowley's waist tightens as he dips his lubed up, tip of his pinky finger brushing against the vampire's inner thigh. trying to go by what he's already learned of this body, which is... a lot, he's realizing, cheeks coloring a deep crimson at the thought. even when he's blindfolded Aoba can picture how he looks; a good thing he'd stared so thoroughly earlier, then.

resting his face against Crowley's shoulder because he doesn't want to show how red he's gotten, that hand finds its way up, presses against a ring of muscle. rubbing with one finger, teasing over that spot, he tries move in ways he did earlier that Crowley liked. it's easier with the lube, but the wet sound—doesn't do good things for Aoba's heart. flipping weirdly in his chest, his cock twitches in response and he swallows back groan. )

[ Crowley's probably beginning to really realize just how much trust he's putting into Aoba because this is wild. Not only is he blindfolded but how much experience did the other man even have in this kind of situation? Thinking on it some more, because this is the appropriate time, he's probably doing this all based on how it's been done to him before so... whatever. It's not gonna kill him.

He obliges to that small order, leaning up and allowing the bottle to fall from his hand and get lost somewhere between the sheets.

His hands need to find a way to keep themselves preoccupied—need, that's a little weird. Of course it's expected considering this is an intimate situation but the fact that there's a little tick in the back of his head telling him he needs to put his hands on the other man is a little concerning. ]

Nn. [ A soft, muffled groan starts and stops at his throat. The sensation is new to him, a part of him that's been left untouched for (literally over eight hundred years) so long was being teased. Though it had been slightly been penetrated earlier it was just that, slightly.

And he's no blushing virgin like Aoba but there's a tiny dust of pink that spreads across his cheeks.

One hand holding the arm wrapped around his waist, the other placing itself on the top of the man's head, he continues to breathe in and out regularly as he's teased. ] Go ahead. [ Do more. ]

( a dust of pink that Aoba will never get to see, blindfolded as he is. he's relying on the sounds Crowley makes, trying to focus on them, respond when he feels a press against his fingers or chest.

the way Crowley situates his hands feels good. around his waist, on top of his head... it's reassuring, along with the encouragement to do more. it means he's not doing a bad job so far, right? go ahead. it's with a heavy flush on his own, making his cheeks and throat warm, that he nods. his own noise from parted lips, mouthing over Crowley's collarbone, skimming his lips.

.... he should have brushed his teeth before they started this. not kissing is frustrating, but it also keeps him focused on the task at hand. his cock twitches between them, hips jerking up with need. hard breath, calming himself, he channels that want into the movement of his fingers. )

Crowley. ( a low utterance, soft, as he opts to instead rub his forehead against the other man's chest in affection. ) Nn.

( it's okay... so he presses the tip of his index finger up, using the lube and sliding it in to the first joint. it's only a few seconds that he waits to allow Crowley to get used to the sensation; quick enough he's moving up to the thicker second joint, rubbing the pad against walls, fascinated by how it feels.

he's—tight. he's really never done something like this before? in eight hundred years?! but it's nothing Aoba's going to ask. only continues pushing his finger in until he can't anymore. curling his finger a little more before he pulls it out half way and pushes back in, slow, almost teasing, though he's trying to be considerate too. the lube makes it easy to push in and out, blushing harder at its wet sound.

and when he feels like he's loosened up enough, he's going to try to add a second finger. look at him go. )

[ If Aoba would have gotten up to go brush his teeth Crowley would have fallen asleep. Honestly they wouldn't even be in this situation if he hadn't read Aoba's request off by this much but he's not taking the blame for that. He didn't tell him where to put his mouth.

But he's fine with Aoba kissing anywhere besides his mouth. Which is why he appreciates the heat that presses against skin, breathing in deep and concentrating on tender lips. Still so soft after kissing and more, still so addicting after having them for so long now.

He wants to move his hips, shift them against Aoba's, to see him squirm, but unfortunately he's unable to in this position. What he can do, however, is take advantage of a foreign object pressing into him, but first he needs to settle and adjust. He sure as hell didn't do this for eight hundred years because no one offered... that's it.

He breathes deep, lungs expanding, if he had a heart it would be racing right now. ]

Mm... Aoba. Aoba. [ He grips onto the man harder, nails lightly scratch against his scalp as he begins to freely allow groans to slip past his lips. He realizes that by keeping everything in would make it difficult for him to register if what he's doing is right or wrong, so Crowley allows himself to unravel. The initial pain of having fingers stretch him out begins to subside, or maybe he's beginning to not care, because soon it's not enough. ]

Lay back. [ It's a firm demand. ] I'm gonna fuck you.

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