collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ Crowley rolls onto his stomach when Aoba leaves, giving him time to relax some more on his own and think of what kind of excuse he can give Chess and Horn as to why he didn't just come straight home after being ditched. (He's probably just going to be honest with them. There's no point in hiding it when there'll be the smell of human all over him.)

When he returns he lifts his head from the pillow, blinking twice and noticing the strong scent of peppermint that pulls a smile out of him. Moving forward he presses a chaste kiss against the corner of Aoba's mouth before he moves off of the bed and walks to the bathroom.

Vampire bodies are weird... at least Owari no Seraph vampires. They didn't need to shower or bathe supposedly but Crowley's not gonna skip out of completely cleaning himself off after rounds of sex; he uses one towel to wipe himself off and another to dry his face after he's finished washing that. ]

Aoba. [ It's said with a lazy sort of energy. ] You didn't fall asleep on me, did you?

[ The bed lightly sighs underneath his weight as he climbs into bed, pulling the sheets over the two of them before he's lying on his side. ]

( 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. )

[ There's a gentle hum that comes from the back of his throat as crimson eyes focus on the man curling up against him. It's obvious that Aoba is tired, if it's not the languid way he moves it's the certainly the tone of his voice that outs him.

Amused, Crowley brings an arm over Aoba's shoulder and holds him there. ]

You think so? [ He grins, content with that little bit of honesty and with how the man presses himself against his chest. ] You're alright, I guess.

[ But in reality Crowley likes this. Maybe a little too much. He feels as if he's simply living, briefly pushing aside his responsibilities and the fact that these sort of relationships with humans were taboo in the vampire community.

Call it him being selfish (which isn't new) but it's not entirely normal—instinctively he wishes to keep Aoba safe, it's the only thing he can do for getting so wrapped up. ]

Now sleep, I was a bit of a jerk to you today.

[ Fingers drum against the man's shoulder, closing his eyes slowly and allowing himself to relax. Perhaps he'll ease into a brief period of sleep, it'll certainly be a nice break since he probably hasn't slept in the past ten years or so. ]

( 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.

[ Now if we open up this walkthrough for Crowley we can see that we're heading to the bad route because (redacted).

He stills, allowing Aoba to stir briefly until he's certain that the human has fallen back to sleep. Focusing on the soft sounds of his breathing accompanied by the slow beating of his heart, comforting to the point that it's something close to a lullaby.

In fact it does help drift him to sleep. Eyelids heavy, he decides that he might as well get a few hours of rest in while he can.

Of course those hours felt so short in comparison to the days he'd spend sleeping in his coffin. It's similar to blinking, opening and closing your eyes, so when Aoba speaks it's quickly registered as if he hadn't been asleep for the past few hours. ] Mm? [ But his voice is low and husky as if he had a satisfying eight hours of sleep. ] Morning.

[ The hints of sunlight that peeks through the curtains confirms that it's at least sometime during the day. ]

You hungry?

( 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.... )

[ i'm gonna buy a rename token and his new journal name will be crowlmfy ]

Did you eat anything before you caught me? [ Not that that would help any considering it has been hours since then and Crowley had drank from him. But it's a question asked where he actually waits for an answer before putting in his own suggestion: ] You need to get some real food in you, it'll be no good for your health if you just snack.

[ He sounds like a concerned dad but... whatever, he's just trying to take care of Aoba!? ]

If you can't get up just tell me what you like and I'll go out and get you something.

( 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. )

[ The corners of his mouth tug into a frown, brows furrowed, and he taps his fingers along the curve of Aoba's shoulder blade as he looks up at him. ]

And you still offered me to drink from you? [ It's good that he didn't, considering health protocols and what not when giving blood, but at the same time it's not like they did nothing afterward and now Aoba has gone several hours with an empty stomach. ] I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid.

[ Maybe stupid. ]

I can go out in the sun. We vampires have to evolve too, y'know? [ Their technology is pretty advanced if they've found a way to keep themselves from catching on fire. ] The armband I wear helps out, but I start feeling tired if I'm out for too long.

[ But it seems that any attempt to argue isn't going to get through Aoba. ] You're surprisingly stubborn. [ She he keeps his arm secure around him, pressing his cheek against the top of the male's head. ] Then if that's the case no more telling me to bite you. At least until you eat properly.

( 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. )

[ To be honest there's a few malfunctions here and there but so far Crowley can't remember the last time he's been burned by the sun, and he wants to keep it that way. ]

You're always wanting to stay like this. Not that I'm complaining.

[ Surprisingly. But the reason for that could just be the fact that he doesn't have to move much at all and gets to remain in bed, something that's grown to be registered as a luxury to him given his choice of company. ]

But I wonder if I can get you up before then... do you wanna try that out?

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!! )

[ He probably shouldn't if he wants to catch a few more minutes of sleep but oh well. ]

Huh? [ It earns a sound from Crowley that he initially doesn't mean to release, the request (or perhaps demand is more fitting) earning a brief look of surprise before his features soften. ] You're... honestly too cute sometimes.

[ Again, not a complaint, just a casual observation. Aoba is adorable in his own way and it's not the first time Crowley has thought of a human as such, but perhaps not in this exact scenario and for the same reasons why.

Though that doesn't matter. What does matter is that he happily obliges to Aoba's desire for a good morning kiss. He dips his head and leans closer to touch his lips against the other man's, the kiss soft and sweet, just enough to catch his bottom lip between his own. ]

( 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? )

[ Whether he's cute or incredibly hot is fine, a compliment is a compliment. Sure it feels a little out of his age range to be considered cute but Aoba is obviously not teasing so it's easy to accept. ]

I don't have anything going on today. [ Fortunately enough they're not stuck in OnS verse where the world has ended and he has some real work to do. For the time being things are relatively quiet and extremely boring, the latter half being something Crowley hates. ] And if something comes up Chess or Horn will find me.

[ Vampire things... don't ask. ]

Besides, the guy who stood me up obviously doesn't need me now, so whatever he had planned can wait.

[ He then looks to Aoba, quirking a brown before he asks, ] What about you? Shouldn't you at least tell your grandma that you're out so she doesn't worry?

( 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?

[ He draws his hand back when Aoba moves to sit up, lips curling up into a smile as a fang pokes out. ]

And look~ You got up before the ten minute mark. [ Even if he meant it in a different way, however that's not too important.

He sits up, catching a glimpse of the man in the corner of his eye before he rolls his shoulder back. The question catches him off guard and he blinks, pausing briefly before shaking his head. ] It's not true. Do I need to give you a lesson on vampires so you can learn a little more about us other than my body?

[ He's teasing, of course, as always. ]

Why? You wanna take one?

( huff huff huff, )

We'll just have to start over after I text granny.

( at this rate, Aoba's never going to eat. whatever, he's not about to fade away into nothing anyways.

the offer of Vampire Lessons makes Aoba turn his head and give the man a critical look, as though he's seriously considering agreeing. it'd sure answer a lot of his silly questions with the added bonus of telling him more about Crowley. but, maybe it's better for him to not know too much. if Crowley's vampire girlfriends can find him whenever they want, no doubt they can hunt down the human that knows too much and stab him or something. isn't that how Bella dies in Twilight?

he's never read Twilight. )

I do.

( standing, he finds his jeans and takes his coil out of the pocket, flopping back onto the bed and rolling onto his back, fiddling with the message for Tae. once that's sent he gives Crowley an expectant look, rolling even closer and holding up the coil. )

Let's take one together.

( and then one of Crowley and his dick, thanks in advance )

[ Well if that's what he wants to do Crowley isn't going to reject it. ]

At least you have your priorities straight... kinda.

[ Contacting his grandma is important! In terms of family Crowley can't even properly remember the faces of his own parents, their history etched in the back of his mind but nothing else, and for what it's worth he doesn't want Aoba being like him. ~~Miserable~~.

But he glances at his clothes, still messily hanging on the couch across the room with the exception of his pants, back resting against the pillows as he waits for Aoba to return. ] Mm, I haven't done this in a long time either. [ He pauses briefly, wondering how he should position himself before he just... wraps an arm around the other man and pulls him closer to his chest. ] Should I smile? [ Like he wasn't going to by default. ]

( he didn't know that Crowley was such a family man... it's kind of nice, actually. nice in the same way that the vampire was worried about his not eating. is Crowley... secretly domestic? that might not be true, but it's a thought that makes Aoba smile anyway. )

Make whatever face you want. A smile is good.

( Aoba does like his smile, after all. holding up the coil, he angles it, snapping a photo or however those futuristic gadgets work i haven't played this game in years, scanning the projected screen and grinning at the shot. )

Nice! This is a good one.

( rolling, he props himself up onto his elbows, angling for another shot—this one just of Crowley himself. )

A souvenir.

( alright alright alright alright

...... jokes aside, it's a shot of the vampire from the waist up, tempting as it might be for a full body shot. something he can look back on. is it better or worse that it's more sentimental? we just don't know. a smile curls on his lips and Aoba grins, happy, )

Thanks.

[ Well a smile is all he's getting since Crowley is no fan of funny faces. But while Aoba holds up the coil and takes the time to angle it he blinks curiously, albeit briefly. He smiles as he would normally and stills long enough for the picture to be taken. ]

Alright. [ He expects Aoba to drop his coil off but is met with the surprise of having another photo taken of him. ] A souviner... [ A gentle, short breath of laughter leaves his throat, grinning brightly before he reaches out for Aoba's wrists. ] I don't think that one's good enough.

[ So what is? We'll find out soon.

For the time being he's focusing on encouraging the man to come back, positioning them so that the younger man's chest was against his own before leaning in to kiss him. Nipping lightly, he allows it to linger before parting their mouths to lightly dust kisses along Aoba's jaw and neck. ] Isn't there a more specific picture you want of me... or us?

Mm?

( he thinks this souvenir is pretty darn good, but the coil drops down onto the sheets anyway when fingers that have become so familiar curl around his wrists. it's easy to manipulate him to where he's wanted, pliant and shifting easily, wanting the close contact. it's not like he wanted to move, comfortable as they were before.

and Crowley knows how much he likes kissing; Aoba closes his eyes in it, kissing back, resting his weight in. at its end his chin goes up to give more room to kiss along his neck, eyes lidded in his enjoyment of the attention. )

Hah...? Specific...

( that's—oh. flushing, he makes something like a mutter, words that aren't really words yet. dipping his head and trying to catch Crowley's mouth in another kiss, )

M-maybe. ( but it's... is it really okay? the thought of one featuring us makes him flush. that's really embarrassing. could he even really look at it? muttering low again, ) Just you is better. I'd look weird.

[ Crowley brings a hand around to place it against Aoba's back, fingers teasing against his skin as he continues to lightly pepper kisses to his neck. ] Specific, like... [ His words slowly disappear when the human successfully eases him into another kiss. Tilting his head, there's little pressure being added before their lips part much more. ]

Why do you think it'd look weird?

[ His free hand then gropes at the man's chest, thumb idly playing with a nipple. ]

There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We can make it something that you can look at later. [ His voice is light, teasing obviously but in a tone that makes it sound as if it's encouraging him. It's something new for him, too, but obviously if he's suggesting it there's no doubt he's confident with follow it through so long as Aoba was fine with it. ] A video, maybe?

[ He kisses him again, this time pushing him over to his back so that he can hover above him. ]

Or maybe audio... which would you prefer?

( Crowley's vampire girlfriends aren't even going to need to try to kill him—thinking about this will probably do the job just fine.

it's one thing to have multiple rounds of raunchy sex. totally another to take... pictures or... record doing it... assuming that's what Crowley means. Aoba's of two minds: it's interesting and really hot, but also, seeing himself in that context is incredibly embarrassing. he can barely handle the thought that the people next door overheard him earlier. )

You... you say that, but...

( it's embarrassing. how could it not be embarrassing? yet Crowley's encouraging it in both his voice and through the kisses peppering along Aoba's skin, making him more pliant by the second. the push rolls him onto his back easily and he looks up at the vampire, watching his face, cheeks and throat already flush again with the prospect.

........... being able to hear Crowley's voice whenever he wants would be...... pretty nice. which means it has to be audio or video.

god. this is. embarrassing. he swallows thick, glance falling away to the side and voice becoming a low mutter. so low that the average person probably wouldn't be able to decipher the words, but Crowley's fancy vampire self shouldn't have a problem. )

I guess... maybe... a video... would be okay...?

( if they can completely blur Aoba out of it )

[ They can't. (Crowley won't allow it.)

But he'll give Aoba the idea that he'll be safe from embarrassment. ]

So are you going to be the director?

[ He hears the acceptance and proposal clear as day, chuckling lightly before flashing a toothy grin. His hand comes up to cup his the man's cheek, fingertips lightly grazing against the hair near Aoba's ear before he's tilting his face for another kiss. He knows his touch amplifies in doing so, he's been doing it all night and stopping now is just out of question.

And then Crowley jumps from zero to one hundred, kiss hot and hungry as his tongue dragged inside of his mouth. Searing, with a newly found desire to claim—Aoba would allow it, wouldn't he? He said it was fine earlier, right after he had drank from him again and rooted with the fact that his blood was best.

Though that much doesn't matter. He moves down, lowers himself to the human's chest and stomach and leaves kisses there. Extending his tongue to drag across curves of lean muscle, hands exploring and appreciating the build of someone Crowley's undoubtedly become so infatuated with. Teasing lightly with his teeth, careful not to draw blood but enough to leave marks along with the wound to his neck that Aoba can look back on.

Crowley can feel a low, deep rumbling sound in his throat as he leaves his trail. ]

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