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collegestories2017-02-17 10:20 am
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— BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE
*aoba voice* so like... is the good end dick just as good as the bad end dick. i'm asking for a friend.
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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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( 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. )
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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. ]
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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..?
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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.
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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. )
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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.
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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?
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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?
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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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in return, his own body tenses. nails digging into Crowley's back as he tries to focus on keeping his hand moving, not enough to break skin because that's something he's being careful of now, but something to channel his restlessness into. a needy sound cuts out of his mouth without warning, sounding way too lewd to his own ears, especially now that he's relying on sound and touch. biting down on his lip, Aoba swallows back a few more heated groans. sweat sticks to his face underneath the shirt and it's uncomfortable, making fabric cling.
working his fingers, moving up to a quicker pace and considering pushing in a third when Crowley tells him to lie back. another shallow breath, heart racing despite having been moving at a comfortable pace for the most part. )
Y... yeah. ( pulling his hand back, loosening the arm around Crowley's waist, ) Crowley... want you.
( Aoba wants to help more, help line up and put it in or something, but he knows he's pretty useless for that when he can't see. so he falls back onto the mattress, hair fanning out against the sheets and hands resting lightly against Crowley's hips. chest rising and falling with labor, what's visable of his cheeks and the curve of his throat flushed pink.
his cock's straining, painfully erect, and it's difficult not to squirm or roll his hips up trying to get some friction between them. )
p5 is taking over my life sorry
So you can say that Crowley is protect him. Keeping him within this world where he's familiar with one vampire (possibly three, if he's really okay with meeting Chess and Horn) and not an entire city of them. And especially not as a vampire.
But it's fine now, there's no blood and even the small red marks Aoba has made on his back have already begun to heal.
Both hands drop as Aoba moves to settle his back against the bed, a smirk playing on his lips when he's told that he's wanted. A mental shrug, a small, breathless sigh, and Crowley crawls over to straddle the other man's hips. Thighs briefly brushing against one another as he reaches down to give the other man a reassuring stroke. By now it should be familiar, a knowing factor that it was indeed Crowley who was still here.
And listen, Aoba is really going to learn to appreciate that blindfold because the lack of sight must mean all of his other senses must be on fire right about know. That's what he likes to believe—he'll learn soon enough.
He's panting quietly as he lifts his hips and lines things up, fingertips at the head of the man's cock before running down his length as he slowly brings it to his entrance. Blunt, it's different from Aoba's fingers and causes a sharp gasp to exhale, free hand moving to the sheets for balance as he continues to settle with the sensation of feeling full. There's a shudder and flush of his cheeks, receiving pleasure in a way he hasn't, and soon enough that smile of his looks a little more crooked as he takes the full length of Aoba's cock and relaxes. ]
This is... [ different ] ... good.
it's k that'll be me when i actually get it
it... is familiar, now that they've been so thorough with each other, which somehow makes it better. even if he really wants to see Crowley's face, a guttural ache in his chest, it's still good. really good. there's no keeping the gasps down and he doesn't even try, back arching up and toes curling. everything growing tense as that sensation of wet and warm goes down on him and it's... completely different on this end.
the way he reacts, the sounds he offers from this kind of sex, are different too. squirming, trying so hard not to jerk his hips up into that heat. his fingers tighten on Crowley's hips before one slips, kneads the skin beneath Crowley's navel in appreciation before pulling down to grab his cock, pumping with slow, generous strokes. he—always likes it when someone's jerking him off when he's adjusting to their size, so... maybe Crowley will like it too?
as the vampire relaxes, Aoba tries to as well. still working his hand, but keeping it slow, a more sensual experience than a frantic one. )
... I'm glad. ( he really is. that he could be... what, Crowley's first? and that he thinks it's good. ) You feel—really... ( good. but it also doesn't feel like a strong enough word to describe the experience. ) ... I like... how you feel.
( it's a short jerk of his hips up, experimental, and Aoba shudders with the way it feels. a heavy breath, and he presses his head back into the mattress hard. oh. )
i hope you have fun when you get it!
A heated sigh, a jerk of his hips that's mainly out of habit upon being touched, and the all too unfamiliar feeling of the other man's cock moving just slightly inside of him, contributing to an all new sensation that Crowley finds fascinating.
Yeah, he definitely likes being touched like this. ]
You— [ His breath hitches in the back of his throat in response to that languid feeling of Aoba's cock dragging itself inside him. There's a somewhat uncomfortable pain that contributes into all of this but it's something that Crowley can easily ignore; much too focused on the pleasure, cock twitching against the other man's hand. Responding back with ease, Crowley slowly lifts his hips before her sensually grinds back down onto Aoba's lap slowly. ] ... Even like this you're really cute.
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( a gasped out word when Crowley does that, lifting his hips and then grinding back down, slowly, sending pleasure ribboning through his body. oh. crap, that's... that's good. he's squeezed in just the right way, the movement easy with the lube.
and then he's called cute and he flushes, biting back a whimper. cute's all right, but... he wants Crowley to think he's... hot? sexy? handsome... things like that, maybe. the reactions that are deemed cute he can't hold back, however, arching his back again and squirming, pushing his heels down into the mattress. it feels good. even if the slow movement feels like it's pulling the breath right out of his lungs, it feels great.
moving his hand still, Aoba finally manages to huff out, )
... Nnh. I want to see—what kind of faces you'll make...
( he doesn't try and remove the blindfold though. twisting his wrist, keeping with the slow rhythm he's been working with, he pushes his hips up in another slow, more deliberate roll. wanting to reach the deepest point of that heat, but... he doesn't think he can, in this position.
panting, chest rising and falling with labor, Aoba rubs his lips together and does it again. still slow, just like he wanted, appreciating the way Crowley feels. the hand at Crowley's hip falls away and fists into the sheets, fingers desperate to clench and grab at something. )
Feels... really good.
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Their bodies are synced to a degree because Crowley can feel himself getting close. Clear drops of pre dipping eagerly against the man's stomach, heat twist in his stomach and it's something akin to a mix of pain and pleasure. He feels like he gets why this is enjoyable, but something is... missing. A key component, a missing fragment, this time he actually puts some thought into why that is; he continues the languid way to move his hips and drag Aoba's cock slowly out before he's being filled up again.
And then it hits him, much later after Aoba first mentioned wanting to see his face, but Crowley takes his time before making a move.
His hand drifts up to grab the man's wrist that's tangled in the sheets, prying fingers away from the bed and pulling it to his lips. Kissing gently, breath heatedly pressing against slender fingers and a warm palm before his teeth tease against skin. These actions are brief, however, and Crowley drags his fingertips down Aoba's arm before he stops at his face. ] You're asking for a lot. [ He follows the shape of his jaw, panting lightly, before finally pulling the makeshift blindfold out of the way.
His face flushed, body warm, he feels so much more exposed when he looks the human in the eye—but he found a solution to what he was searching for earlier. ]
... Mm, beautiful.
[ When's the last time he thought something was beautiful? ]
I'm not gonna last much longer.
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truly, he's not expecting Crowley to take it off. he's almost forgotten about his earlier groan when the man does finally move. warn fingers curling, he feels them, and his lips crack open to say something that only ends up falling into another gasp. shit, he wants to kiss him, cursing his own impulsiveness from earlier though he'd liked doing it.
trailing fingers end up around his face and Aoba lifts his chin, lips pursing, wanting to kiss but not finding a target. hah. isn't he always asking Crowley for more...? and every time, the vampire gives it to him—or so it feels like. it makes Aoba wish he could give more in return.
then there's light. blinking, pupils adjusting to the light again, he stares up at Crowley and—ah. is this what it feels like, when someone says that their breath's been taken away just by looking at someone? it must be, because it feels like his lungs can't hold any air. meeting Crowley's gaze, searching his face and soaking in his expression, how he looks, everything.
but before he can say something, Crowley says that. a heavy blush settles itself over his features, skin feeling hot and cold at once, a flash of something he can't even begin to understand. )
Nn....? ( beau—...? thinking about it only serves to make his flush heavier, even his ears gone hot with whatever feelings the word drags out of him. ) A... a... ah.
( he doesn't even know what to say. swallowing, he nods his agreement to the second part, )
Me neither.
( he's probably been dripping pre too, though it's not like he'd see, rolling his hips into the other man as he is. his hand finds its way back to Crowley's hip to grab, secure, beginning to thrust up with more urgency. the dull ache, the tight, pressing feeling in his gut, it's all beginning to spike and spiral. maybe it's because Crowley went and said something like that.... the kind of thing that can really get him riled up.
.... he's really not going to last much longer at all. that creeping, needy feeling's coming up on him fast, breaking a new sweat across his brow and making strands of hair cling to his face. )
Cr... Crowley.
( a desperate gasp, as the crown of his head hits back against the sheets and he pushes up again, breathing hard. )
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But he's not embarrassed, nor does he shy away and try to hide his face in the crook of the other man's neck; it's unexpected, a pitch and range that's so unfamiliar to him that he doesn't even quite register it as his own until he's taking a well-deserved breath of air. His stomach twists into knots and the heat pooling his stomach hints that his orgasm is approaching ever closer. Crowley indulges himself in pleasure, fingers curled into sheets as the sensation of Aoba's cock has his head feeling light. ]
Nngh—
[ He rolls his hips to meet the rhythm of Aoba's feverish pace, pushing him to that final ledge.
And it's with a long, drawn out groan of Aoba's name that Crowley finally comes, dirtying the man's hand and torso with his orgasm. However despite the threatening sensitivity he continues to roll his hips, continuing at the pace he assumes the human likes, focusing on getting Aoba off. ]
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especially when it's his name.
Crowley comes and his fingers are dirtied with come, sticky, body shuddering with the feeling of it trailing down his stomach. that's... that's new, and good, too... enough so that he shudders as well, whimpering, stilling his hand only when the vampire's finished his climax.
the only reason why he doesn't come immediately after is probably because he came twice earlier, and then lost blood. but it's not much longer after, sweat clinging to his skin again, making him feel even filthier but somehow he doesn't really mind. not with Crowley.
finally, when he arches his back and hands find themselves grabbing into sheets again, he comes. hard, an intense feeling, so unused to doing it while buried inside of someone else. panting, face scrunched in the pleasure of it, he slowly unwinds.
now he's tired. very, very tired. but god does it feel good. )
Crowley....
( a pathetic whine, barely audible under his labored breaths. he can't even say anything else. dizzied, flush, overcome. )
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[ His breath is ragged, slowly easing himself from both his high and Aoba's lap—but not before he leans down to press fleeting kisses along the man's face, against his jawline, careful not to press his lips anywhere near his mouth before he ends it with one lingering kiss against his forehead.
He pulls himself away, abandoning that full feeling and instead choosing to lie next to the other man whose face wears evident exhaustion. ]
Finally tired?
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