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crowley "begone thotticus" eusford ([personal profile] eusford) wrote in [community profile] collegestories2017-02-17 10:20 am

— 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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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-08 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

( 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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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
( at first, Aoba merely soaks in the sensations, every nerve on edge with his lack of sight. every breath he greedily devours, every movement of hips, and when he feels the dampness of pre against his fingers he begins pumping in earnest, less lazily and more purposeful. rocking his own hips up and trying to match Crowley's rhythm. gasping as the length of his cock's taken in and, slowly, drawn back out the the farthest point before it's out before being pushed back in.

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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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-15 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
( he likes it when Crowley's vocal, he decides. usually it's him making all the noise. embarrassingly so. but it's nice.... when he's on the opposite end of it.

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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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-17 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
( the kisses against his face feel good. soothing, help ease him down, heart still beating hard but body relaxing in its afterglow. Crowley's kisses are good. no matter where they are, Aoba likes them. even the fleeting ones that brush his skin like a breeze, and he wants to kiss back, but finds himself a little too winded to respond right away.

the best he can do for the moment is to curl in toward the other man once he lies down next to him. it's not surprising Crowley's not tired, he's a vampire, but it'd be more satisfying if they were exhausted together. )


Yeah. ( three rounds and a bite? he doesn't think he's done too shabbily. but before wrapping his arm around Crowley and snuggling into his chest, Aoba stiffens, turning away and sitting upright—a mistake, because he's instantly dizzy the second he does. ) Eurgh.

( a noise as he rubs his palm against his forehead, trying to shake off the disorientation. standing, stretching his arms over his head in an attempt to break it, )

I'm going to brush my teeth. ( glancing back, ) Wait for me?

( Crowley won't go to sleep, but Aoba asks it anyway, just wanting the reassurance. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-18 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
( he doesn't... think he's going to pass out, and at Crowley's warning he stills himself again and lets the blood rush back to his head. it's spent so much time today going south maybe it got confused as to where it really belongs. )

Right. ( smiling, tender lines crinkling around his eyes, ) I want to fall asleep next to you. I won't be long.

( especially since Crowley does have to clean himself up, too. so Aoba makes his way to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. scrubs his mouth with one of the provided toothbrushes and swigs back some mouthwash, rubs a warm damp towel over his skin and scrubs away the sweat and semen. moves it between his legs and cleans there, too, doing everything he can just short of taking an actual shower. that can wait until later.

once he finishes he returns to the bed, crawling across the sheets and dropping down into his back, smiling up at the other man. )


Your turn.

( smell how minty fresh he is now, Crowley! )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-18 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
( ah. finally, a kiss closer to his mouth, and it makes him smile. drowsily, considering his eyes go half-lidded when he touches down on the mattress, instantly melding into pillows and blankets.

and in Crowley's absence he does fall asleep. it's light, and it feels like twenty seconds have passed before there's a voice chiding him. )


Mm...? ( sleepily, eyes refusing to crack open again, rolling toward the way the mattress indents with the other man's weight, ) I'm... not sleeping...

( five more minutes. he almost says that but remembers that he doesn't have to wake up, just... move in closer. and he does, finally nestling up against Crowley's chest like he'd wanted to before he remembered about brushing, arm slinking over the dip of his waist to pull him close. like he's a pillow. )

... You're pretty comfortable.

( said as he rubs his forehead against Crowley's chest, like a cat doing some scent-marking. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-19 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( if this is supposed to be a bad route, it doesn't feel all that bad. not when he's cuddled up against Crowley, arm draped over his side, making him feel—safe. warm. and while the man's not pillow soft, yes, comfortable. )

Mm... okay.

( the muffled sound of his voice that holds no arguments, softened by satisfaction and exhaustion. he almost mutters that Crowley wasn't a jerk but then remembers how he'd been spanked; even if he liked it, that was still kind of... kinky.... in a way that he's not used to. and he made him beg too, didn't he?

...... yeah, he won't deny that, then. honestly though, Aoba doesn't mind all that much. or he finds that he doesn't really, thinking back on it through the dredges of sleep, outside of embarrassment.

and it's a good sleep. heavy, settling over him like a blanket, lulled by their position and the tired ache that settles into his bones. it's probably hours later than he stirs, still half-asleep but on the cusp of wakefulness. reluctantly so. this is ... nice. so nice. )


S'morning...? ( a stupid question to ask a vampire buuuut he's still sleepy, forgetting a few important details as he lingers between dreams and cracking his eyes open, ) Don't wanna get up.
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-20 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( STILL SEEMS FINE....

especially hearing Crowley's voice all husky like that. morning. wow. wow, it's... not fair for a word to sound that good. makes him feel a little bit like squirming. he doesn't, though, just finally cracks his eyes open and smiles up at the other man, hair still fanned out around him from his mostly-reclined position.

there's a touch of sunlight on his peripheral. ah, so they really did spend the whole night...

not that Aoba regrets it. this is nice.

yawning, he pushes in closer, seeking heat. it's bound to make him drowsy again but it feels too good to resist. )


Mm... I think so.

( his stomach growls in agreement and he bites his bottom lip, ) Actually, yeah. Definitely. ( stretching, lounging, he peeks up once more, )

I can see if there's a vending machine in here somewhere.

( though he's really not inclined to get up. too comfy. Crowl-mfy.... )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-23 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
( you're welcome for that gift

did you eat anything before you caught me? it's a question Aoba pauses on, considering, because... no. he didn't. when was the last time he ate...? probably around lunch when he had something quick. eating had probably been on his list before he caught sight of the vampire; after that, it's history. )


No... at least, around noon yesterday. Probably.

( is he being scolded...? it feels like it a little, though he knows Crowley's right. mouth turning down in a pout, he snugs closer, watching the man's face. it's kind of nice, even if he sounds like a concerned dad. )

Hm? You can't do that. The sun's up.

( a granola bar is not worth Crowley bursting into flame. )

It's fine. ( ii yo. ) I'm usually good about that kind of thing. Besides, you're warm. I don't want to move.

( stubborn noise as he buries his face again. more this, less talk of getting up. unless it's dicks, maybe. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-23 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
( probably stupid.

the fact that Crowley can go out into the sun surprises him. Aoba looks up with that surprise, blinking. oh... well. that makes sense. if they can discover solutions to awful diseases and invent something as addicting as neko atsume for the iphone, then maybe it's not so strange that the vampires have found a way to go out into the sun without bursting into flame.

he does make a noise at being told no more bites. what?! isn't this supposed to be the other way around? the vampire saying no more bites is just not fair. )


I'll have something. ( even if he is being stubborn about this, especially when there's an arm secure around him, cheek against his head, ) In ten minutes. Okay? Let's stay like this for ten more minutes.

( because getting up will break this spell, and he... doesn't... want to lose it. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-25 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't...

( huff. okay, maybe he does always want to be like this, but it feels good. being lazy and snuggling close, half-asleep, soaking up body heat. isn't this the dream? having good sex followed by using a hot guy as a pillow...?

the suggestion gets his attention, though. luckily, because otherwise he'd be drifting back off to sleep, using Crowley as a body pillow again. )


Mm...? ( blinking, looking up, not quite sure if he should... take that literally or not...? ) Okay.

( wait. nudging his chin up, )

Kiss me first.

( a good morning kiss!! )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-27 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
( he's not sure if he likes being considered cute, but... well. maybe it's not so bad, with Crowley. and he's getting what he wants; leaning up into the kiss and closing his eyes, Aoba lingers in that kiss.

this is nice. this... he could wake up like this more than just once. sated, comfortable, and ... another feeling. something that's not so easy to press a thumb on. it's firmly in the realm of good, however, and he has no complaints. )


You're cute too, you know. ( in... different ways... if you bend the word cute to include incredibly hot to some degree. ) It's not just me.

( yawning and thumping back down onto the actual pillow, he grins up at Crowley, )

Do I get to keep you today, or do you have to go home soon?

( how do vampires work....? does he have to check in with his vampire boss? or something? )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-04-29 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( Vampire Things... he doesn't really want to ask.

though he is pleased to hear that Crowley doesn't have anything going on; that's just a long way of saying yes to staying, right?

looking up, the mention of his granny has him raising his eyebrows. )


Ah, yeah. I'll send her a message.

( Aoba definitely doesn't want her to worry. shifting, he makes to sit up, stretching his arms over his head and glancing around for where his pants fell. that's when he's hit with an idea— )

Hey, um. I have a weird question. ( or maybe not so weird? ) Do vampires not show up in photos...? Or is that not true?

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