collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ 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?

Mm?

( Aoba makes a surprised noise, glancing back to Crowley before pursing his lips, tiny crease pressed between his brows with the way his eyebrows shift. )

No... I don't think I could.

( an honest admission; after yesterday he's kind of sore, ache in his lower back and hips, and sensitive between them. even Aoba knows his limits, much as he might like the feeling of hard friction. so. they need the lube. lips stay pursed until his expression softens, rubbing his hands against the sides of Crowley's face again. )

It's fine. I'll get it. I can put my coil away, too.

( since it's better for that to not roll off the bed during, or something. pulling his hands back, he wiggles free, standing and stretching with a half-wince from how his body complains at the movements, dropping his coil down on top of his rumpled jeans and scooping to pick up the lube.

sitting back on the edge of the bed with a touch of gingerness, Aoba smiles, touching his fingertips against some of the reddened spots on his skin from teasing nips. he—kind of likes this. )

... I still wish I could give you one.

( he's accepted he can't, for several reasons, but hey. a guy can dream, right? )

... If you're aching we don't have to do anything.

[ Saying that after they're half-hard and Crowley has already proposed the idea of slow morning sex. He can hear the exhale of breath and his brows curve, sitting up straight as he watches him leave the bed only to come return when he's obtained the bottle of lube.

He gives Aoba a small, wry smile. ]

If you had met me eight hundred years ago you could have. We had a code back then, too, but... [ He shrugs. Obviously he never kept up with what he was told, several others didn't. ] I'm pretty sure our time together would have been short-lived.

[ Because Crowley would become a vampire and make the decision to never return home after turning. Scouring over battlefields for centuries, having forgotten bits and pieces of Aoba over the years. ]

Come here.

( short-lived... and this won't be? that's what he wants to ask, mouth opening with that question, but nothing comes out. more than wanting to know—he doesn't. because he might not like the answer or... maybe he already knows. it's not like it's that hard to figure out.

so he just closes his mouth again, shaking his head. of course he wants to do this; if he didn't, he wouldn't have said yes. aching be damned. honestly, in a way, it feels good. every bit of it, remnants of something he doesn't want to forget. this way, it'll be fresher for a little longer.

or something.

Aoba turns, leaning in toward Crowley to kiss him again, an arm finding purchase over shoulders and around neck once more. like this, the other can dip down, skim along belly over hips, appreciating with a new slowness that some of their earlier encounters didn't allow.

it doesn't take long for that hand to find Crowley's half-erection, fingers wrapping around shaft to begin with a long, slow drag. working its full length, pressing the top of his palm down and kneading with fingertips, tilting up and pressing into the kiss harder with those slow jerks. the lube's right beside them, and he'll reach for that in a few minutes—he wants to feel Crowley first, in his hand, like this, before lube makes everything all slippery. )

[ Short-lived because, given his past, after returning from the war he spent his time quietly in a small village protecting the elderly and teaching children how to use a sword. So it would only last once while they have more time here and now as Crowley as slowly drifts through time thanks to his immortality. It makes this all seem much longer, but if Aoba doesn't bother to ask then he'll never bother to explain it.

Closing his eyes, he feels the warmth of lips against his own and responds with an equal amount of pressure. Noting the hand ghosting down his torso and placing his own to Aoba's waist, gentle at first but soon enough digging his fingers into skin as his gut catches fire the moment he feels a tug at his cock. But it's a subtle at first, spreading in his lower abdomen as he catches his teeth between the human's lower lip and tugs lightly. ] Aoba. [ Just below a whisper with a touch of heat, growing hard with each stroke as he leans in to bring them into another hard kiss. Pulling him by the waist and tempting him to lay down, free hand groping against the sheets until he conveniently finds the bottle of lube. ]

Let me finger you.

[ For the first time ever wow they're making progress. ]

( one day he'll ask. he'll ask all those questions he's wondered, learn more than he ever thought to ask, with interest deepening every minute he stays in the vampire's company. even now he's tempting to just talk to him, distracted by kissing and touching as he is, and the way Crowley says his name like that. it warms something in him, sweet and low-burning, like the flickering little flame of a candle between cupped hands.

tug on his lip gets a soft gasp born from his throat, a noise that stays mostly caught up there, settles heavy on his chest with the way his stomach flutters with excitement. when he's pulled by the waist he goes down, easily tempted as he is with most things when it comes to Crowley, focused enough on the kiss and moving his hand that he doesn't even notice that fumble for the bottle. )

Mm...?

( wow yeah they banged a good five times and not fingered once, this is totally progress. amazing. dropping his head back onto the sheets, Aoba looks up, blinking thrice, before nodding slow. )

Yeah. Okay.

( pressing his heels down into the mattress and shifting his hips up, needy, trying to offer Crowley as much room as possible to use his hand. )

But—keep kissing me.

( that's Aoba's only stipulation, nodding his chin up stubbornly while stealing another kiss. he'll let Crowley look while he's cracking the lube open if he wants, but during, he wants to be kissed. that's fine, isn't it? )

[ It's fine. Perfectly fine. The request—or demand—is something Crowley can agree to completely. Truth be told it didn't even need to be voiced because he had a similar idea, to keep kissing Aoba and remain close, wanting it. ]

Alright, baby. [ There he goes again. It doesn't even occur to him that the word baby leaves his mouth, possibly because it comes with so much ease that it almost feels natural. But then again it could just be the heat of the moment, comfortable with saying the first thing that comes to mind since he never puts much of a filter in anything he says.

He gives himself a moment to settle down, positioning himself between Aoba's thighs and dipping his head down to continue kissing. Slow, yet deep, tongue opting in when he's given permission and licking the roof of the man's mouth before he's parting to look south. Or at least his hands, taking the bottle of lube and squeezing enough to coat his fingers.

He lowers his hand between Aoba's legs, one finger carefully circling at his entrance before pressing itself in. Crowley leans over, lips capturing the male's, breathing into his mouth as he pushes his finger in to the knuckle. Slowly dragging it out before he's thrusting it in once more. Building up a rhythm, Crowley is soon pushing in a second; teasing and continuing to stretch the human out, scissoring his fingers.

Even like this he feels good. Perhaps, if he could speak, Crowley would tell him that, but for the time being he only hums as desire builds in both his abdomen and throat. ]

( that's something Aoba has to wonder. is Crowley teasing him...? but it doesn't feel that way, and he can't help but sort of liking the way it makes him feel, something deep in his gut twisting with pleasure despite knowing it's a ridiculous reaction to have.

so he doesn't say anything about it. keeps his thoughts to himself, again, focusing instead on the way the vampire feels against him. by this point Aoba's almost too comfortable with him, body welcoming him easily, already burning for his touch. it's easier with the lube and having fucked three times the night before, if a bit sore from the latter. but careful enough that it doesn't hurt, irritation mild that melds into nothing with the way Crowley works his fingers.

Aoba focuses most of his attention into the new kiss. nudging his chin up, mouth fast on the vampires, kissing with dedication. flirting his tongue against those teeth, though this time he's much more careful, doing so only to tease and not as recklessly as the times he had before. )

Mhm.

( shivering, his cock twitches from the way Crowley scissors his fingers. between that and the rhythm he's building, Aoba's cock is straining, blood rushing south hard. sometime after Crowley kisses him the second time, he winds his arms around the other man's neck, hugging to keep him close.

it's hard to keep from squirming the more his anticipation and arousal stacks. breaking the kiss, Aoba pants, flushing and looking up at Crowley's face as he's done so many times before. )

Now? I want you.

( insistent, but if Crowley wants to keep fingering him..... he'll manage through the teasing somehow. but the etching between his brows and the way his chest rises and falls suggests he's finding it difficult to use patience. )

[ His breath hitches in the back of his throat, tongue responding positively when it comes in contact with Aoba's. Head tilting slightly, angling to press deeper and feel the air slowly leave his lungs as the sensation of teeth against his tongue sends shivers down his spine. Leaning in with ease when the human embraces and pulls him closer; warm, content, there's no sense of unfamiliarity within this space and Crowley easily registers as something both comforting and immediately arousing.

Ah, yeah... he really loves—... likes this feeling.

Or could it be love? That's a heavy word, but fortunately it is just a passing thought as Aoba parts their lips. Crowley's face remains close, catching his breath, and his fingers gradually slow down until they're completely still before nodding in agreement. ] Me too. [ It's easy to admit, and while his words may sound ominous the heated tone is what makes his lust evident. He wants Aoba as much as he wants him, this new need unfamiliar and yet...

He reaches for the bottle of lube once more, popping it open and pour it into the palm of his hand. Warming it up briefly before smearing it along the length of his cock, stroking as he adjusts himself between Aoba's legs. He brings his hips closer, teasing, building friction before he's using one hand to hold the man's hips and pushing forward. Slowly and then all at once, catching his breath as he waits for the man to situate himself. ]

You feel so damn good. [ Moving slowly, leaning in close again. ] So hot.

( at the agreement, Aoba smiles. features softened with the weight of it all—having Crowley on top of him like this, the warmth that blossoms in his chest when the vampire looks at him and the sound of his voice, how me too makes his toes curl. if there's anything ominous Aoba misses it completely, too enamored with the moment and his own feelings about it. the rush that goes straight to his head's almost like a drug: a sweet one, cloying in a way, making his heart sputter as it has before but from a new mix of emotions.

Crowley adjusts himself between his knees and Aoba shifts in turn, getting comfortable against the sheets and relaxing. exhaling with that teasing and flushing with the second rush it sends through him, headed south instead of north, cock twitching from the pang twisting up his stomach.

gasping at the feeling of being pushed into and arching his back, elbows pressing against the mattress, his eyelids flicker with the feeling of being stretched around Crowley's cock. hot's a good word for it. swallowing back a whimper, it's quicker for him to adjust to the vampire shape, having had him a few times before. not that it isn't as damned good as each previous time.

pushing himself, Aoba reaches up to hook his arms around the man again when he moves in close. a few shallow breaths and then he's smiling again, lips curved with those secret feelings, cheeks pink and throat flushed. )

You too. ( wetting his lips with his tongue, Aoba's gaze flicks up, pupils blown wide, ) You... I love how you feel.

( briefly, he tenses around Crowley's cock, shifting hips and rolling up before relaxing again, hooking a leg to try and tangle them together even more. craning his neck, he tries to lean up to brush his lips against the vampire's, still hungry for more. )

[ Having fucked three times before there's a sense of familiarity when Crowley enters, but it's nothing bad. Still warm, still squeezing him in all the right places as he continues to push himself inside until he was down to the hilt; fire starts to spread in the pit of his stomach and he knows that it's due to the all too sensational feeling of having his cock enveloped in Aoba's warmth.

He breathes out a low, drawn out groan as he's pulled closer. Cracking his eyes open to peer down at the man below him. ]

Is that so? [ Chuckling lightly while flashing a toothy grin, he positions his arms on either side of the human before he allows one to dip underneath and wrap around the back of his shoulders. ] That's been... nnh, obvious since day one.

[ He only draws himself back as far as Aoba will allow him, slowly pushing back inside with a sensual roll of his hips. ]

But I like that about you. You're honest. Your body's honest.

[ And there's probably a lot more that he can say but he won't. Instead he'll occupy his lips by leaning down and giving the man what he wants, pressing their mouths together. Slow, yet deep, breathing heated sighs straight into Aoba's mouth. ]

Obvi...

( that makes him fluster a little bit, sounding more surprised than he should. but... Crowley's probably right, huh? it's not like he's made it a secret how much he happens to like being with him. even the first time—escalated quickly.

anything else cuts off when Crowley rolls his hips like that. pushing back in, hollow sensation filled again with a shock of something that makes Aoba's move in silent bliss. honest as promised; his back arches, toes curl, and eyelids flicker.

it's more than welcome when those lips find his. Aoba clings tight, muffled groan against Crowley's mouth, opening his mouth and taking every inch of what's offered. slow, searching, he swallows each of those sighs greedily and comes back for more every time. tensing around his cock once it's all the way in again, squeezing, Aoba rocks up slow. breaking the kiss only to drag slow, lazy kisses along Crowley's jaw and throat. along with his own heated sighs, murmured sweet nothings. )

[ Crowley tilts his head when their lips part, stretching out his neck and allowing Aoba more room to leave kisses down his skin. Fingers dig into the human's shoulder, grunting softly with the sensation of his his cock being squeezed that causes a number of low, heated sighs to roll off of his tongue.

He dips his head down, hiding his face somewhere in the crook of Aoba's shoulder. Pressing their chests together, feeling the way the other man's heart beats and vibrates against his rib cage that in turn causes Crowley to open his mouth and drag his tongue over his collar bone. Desire runs thick and he feels a shiver run down his spine, rolling his hips back slowly and feeling every inch Aoba had to offer him. ]

Aoba. Aoba. [ He grinds down, breath hitching in the back of his throat, a thin layer of sweat beginning to coat his body. ] ... Mine— You're mine.

[ He said it last night, but this time he'll say it so the man can understand. ]

( kissing along his neck like this... lips pressing along its curve, slow and affectionate, it can't help but feel different. more intimate. and he really likes the way Crowley hides his face along his shoulder. chests press together; he could stay like this for hours, he thinks, tangled up and lost in the expanse of the vampire's touch and body.

his voice can't be contained; soft pants, whines, moans whenever Crowley hits an inch he particularly likes.

god, and the way his says his name as he grinds down like that. any man would get caught in Crowley's rhythm, lost in the comely sound of his voice and the way his breath hitches. mine. the word makes his stomach roll, another groan as he tries to pull himself in closer, like he isn't already as close as they can be.

trying his hardest to move along with him rather than just receive, Aoba grunts, presses his cheek against the side of Crowley's head and whispers: )

... Y-yeah. Yeah. I'm yours.

( does he understand? no, not really, but it's a selfish agreement; right now, he wants to be Crowley's. wants Crowley to be his. is it so bad to indulge in something so impossible in the heat of passion...? )

I'm yours so... so don't let go.

( another kiss, against the vampire's ear, nuzzling with all the affection that's been creeping up on him since the start. )

[ Hearing the acceptance was enough, but being told to not let go caused something within him to spark with lust. A lust for sex, blood, and perhaps more but... Crowley desperately swallows that down before it manages to surface into his thoughts and possibly his mouth. Crying out just how much he can feel something bubbling up that he isn't supposed to feel, not as a vampire.

With his free hand he lightens up on the sheets, reaching over to grab one of Aoba's arms and pin it to the bed. Hand quickly tracing over muscle before he grasps onto the male's hand, interlocking their fingers and gripping onto him.

It feels dangerously intimate but—no, it is, and Crowley knows exactly how to separate this from emotions and just casual desire. ] Aoba. [ He breathes in, low and ragged, his cock twitching and hinting at his orgasm. ] Tell me... to bite you. I wanna hear you say it.

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