collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ 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. ]

( we'll see about that, Count Chocula )

Director...?

( a murmur that's a little louder than the earlier acceptance, but not by much. how's even supposed to..? it's not like he's ever done anything like this before. there are a few seconds there when Crowley's still teasing him with kissing that he can think about it and internally roast with embarrassment at the prospect, still at odds with catching himself on tape being ... lewd.

but then Crowley jumps from zero to flaming and Aoba's caught up, )

Mhh! ( but it's a good reaction despite the surprise, eyes closing as he melts right into that spike of attention. he did say it was fine earlier, didn't he? and it's not like he's changed his mind since then.

and when that mouth moves down Aoba makes another noise, half between startled and turned on. ) That's...

( no blood, but the scrape of teeth feels good without the puncturing of skin. hands coming up, fingers twisting into Crowley's hair, Aoba tucks his chin and tries to look down at lips moving against his skin. shaky breath, his heart's picked up the pace rapidly, going from languid to near-racing quick enough to make him dizzy.

that noise... can we say that Crowley's getting a little... growley? awful pun aside, it's hot. one hand loosens out of hair to fall along the slope of chin and jaw, rubbing fingers down in a petting motion. maybe it's because they're more familiar now, but Aoba's body reacts to Crowley's touch almost immediately. back arching up, heat peppering across his skin, a mix with the kiss of air against fresh marks along his throat. )

I want you to bite me.

( like that isn't a terrible idea for Aoba, not having eaten, already bitten once, fucked thrice yesterday...... but that usually feels good for Crowley, right? plus, it's not like he isn't weirdly into it.

it doesn't have to be a lot, right......... it's fine........... good life choice )

[ Crowley can hear the way Aoba's heart begins to race, familiar with the beat and finding comfort in the sound echoing in his ears. Feeling blood course under his touch, body warm, finding the motion of the human's hand along his jaw unexpected yet stimulating at the same time. Cock hard and brushing against the sheets, aching for touch.

And then he just has to say that.

He puts some weight into his hands, lifting himself so that he's trailing fire back up Aoba's frame with his tongue. Stopping only once he's at the collarbone he had left alone, other hand moving to grab Aoba by his thigh. ] What did I say? [ Pulling said thigh, spreading it apart, Crowley settles himself between so that he may tease with a small roll of his hips. ] No more telling me to bite you, or should we stop here so you can eat?

[ He really will, even if he's hard and whatever he'll stop right here. ]

Because if you tell me that again I'll seriously get close to drinking you dry.

( Aoba lets out a little gasp when Crowley grabs his thigh like that and spreads it, moving without resistance. biting his lip, looking down at the handsome face so close to his chest, he somehow resists the huff that's settling hard in his chest.

but he obviously doesn't want Crowley to do that. even if he's, probably incredibly stupidly, trusting the vampire too much and ... feels like he wouldn't, even if he says that. )

Okay. ( petting his fingers through the other man's hair, gently scraping his nails across his scalp, ) I don't want to stop.

( tracing fingertips across Crowley's hairline, around the sides of his face to brush along sideburns, )

I want... you to kiss me, then.

( someone's wanting to make up all those kisses he didn't get during their last fuck last night, apparently. more of what he got before, that really intense kiss. that was—real good. )

[ Stupidly trusting is an understatement. Usually anyone who wants to get bit is eccentric in human terms, but Crowley has realized early into this... relationship, or whatever, that Aoba was different. A good different, since he doesn't particularly like meals that struggle, but he realizes that if he wants to keep Aoba well and alive that drinking from him often would lead to dangerous territory.

His blood already tastes good, he always has to force himself to stop, but having constant permission is bad too. ]

I just don't want to hurt you. [ That goes beyond the initial bite and little marks he peppers across his skin.

But that's enough protesting from him. If Aoba wants to kiss then he'll do so, without any complaints or hesitation. There's something comforting in Aoba's touch that has Crowley sighing out softly, a hand reaching up to grab the younger man by his cheek before he closes the distance and kisses him. Hard. Heat and pressure the same as the first kiss, cocking his head to the side before parting his mouth and pushing his tongue into Aoba's mouth. Searching for his tongue while at the same time running against a mouth that he's growing all too familiar with.

He breathes again, groaning softly into his mouth, leaning closer to feel the warmth of Aoba's body against his own. ]

( i just don't want to hurt you. words that send something searing through Aoba's chest—both sweet and painful mixed into one. it's that moment that it finally dawns on him, both something light and weighty: he... probably... kind of has a crush on Crowley, huh...?

sweet with the twist of feelings, painful because he knows it's nothing he can do anything about. it's a dalliance, this, and feelings are just going to end up with him getting hurt anyway. the pain from a bite would be nothing in comparison, even if he'd end up near dry. but it's fine. he can just ignore them, shove them down his throat and pretend like he hadn't realized it. better that way, right? )

Mm.

( a soft noise of understanding. he won't ask again, then. won't put Crowley in that position. the kiss feels good, hard against his mouth in a way he craves, eagerly accepting that tongue and sucking on it once its in his mouth. teasing his own against it, hooking one arm around a shoulder to trace along muscle, the other still caressing along the side of the vampire's face.

a long breath through his nose and a soft sigh, cock half-hard just from kissing. leaning back, trying to guide the other man over himself, wrapping that arm more fully around his neck as they kiss. closer, likewise searching for bodily warmth.

i's with a brief pause that he whispers against the vampire's mouth, )

Crowley...

( a murmur with fluttering eyelids before Aoba presses another kiss forward, delighting in the feeling of those lips. )

[ It says something when a vampire states that they don't want to hurt someone, especially if it's for blood. While it's perfectly acceptable to preserve livestock and keep them alive for easy access it's far too common for drink a person dry—especially when their blood tastes good, even for a veteran vampire it's so easy to be whisked away in desire once it touches their tongue.

And Crowley's no exception. Because when the offer was available there was a brief moment where he did want to bite Aoba, too, even if he was well aware that taking blood from him once more would likely be fatal. Driven by blood lust, he doubts he would even be able to hear any whimpering or pleas of release if he had actually took his fangs and dug them into the human's neck.

—But would he care? Why does he care?

He believes the questions are just a passing thought until he finds himself reaching back to hold them in the back of his head. Perhaps they won't be answered today or tomorrow, but he has all the time in the world to figure it out.

Guided by the other man he's pulling himself closer, one arm wrapping itself around his waist as his free hand curls itself into a nearby pillow. It helps keep himself from grabbing Aoba's hair or his neck, desperately, an all too evident shiver of delight running down his spine when he hears his name being whispered. Breath shaky, a little hoarse, he chuckles lightly and flashes a quick, toothy grin before their lips are being met.

Crowley allows himself to relax, body flush against Aoba, or at least to some extent as he feels the growing hardness of the other man against his stomach. And his kisses don't falter, remaining heavy, tasting every inch of Aoba's mouth and more as they remain tangled against each other in a way that Crowley can learn to enjoy, but soon enough he's giving the man room to air. ] Wanna do it how you wanted last night?

( the kissing now makes up for everything he'd missed and longed for last night. Crowley's body flush against his, the weight completely satisfying—though not as satisfying as the lips on his. focusing on kissing, thinking about that flash of a toothy grin and smiling internally at it, for a while he just doesn't think about anything else. feels, responds with soft gasps and by arching up, getting hard just from kissing and their closeness.

his hands grasp at the back of Crowley's neck during this, fingers curling against nape, careful to likewise not catch hair in his fingers though the vampire doesn't suffer from the same abnormality.

though it's not soon at all when the kiss finally breaks it feels like it, leaving Aoba's lips wet as he blinks up almost lazily, looking at that handsome face. )

Mm... last night? ( it takes him a second but he recalls, nodding slowly, ) Yeah. I want to.

( it still sounds good. better now, maybe, appreciating the soft along with the quick and rough in a different way. spreading his legs so they're less tangled, he offers a soft huff, glancing around for where the bottle of lube flew off to.

.... ah. over there, on the floor. he makes a face, not wanting to untangle from their embrace, and glances back up at Crowley. )

I already said you're comfortable, right? Because you are.

( making him so lazy... )

[ Lazy fucking is always A+ that's just how it is, Crowley makes the rules around here. Sometimes.

But he notices Aoba looking elsewhere, questioning it briefly before he peers over and notices the bottle on the floor. When it got there exactly will remain a mystery (how is easy: they either rocked it off the bed mid-fuck or when they decided to fall asleep), but that doesn't matter... what does is who's going to get it.

He blinks, noting that those slender fingers have yet to leave the dip in his neck and cocks his head to the side when he turns his attention back to the man beneath him. ]

Is that your way of telling me to get it? [ Because he's lazy... he gets it. ] I'm sure you're not telling me to go in dry again, right?

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