collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ 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.

( warmth floods his cheeks anew, color sitting heavily there, deep red and pink splotching along his throat. interlocking fingers, hand pinned to the bed... it strikes him as more sensual than anything they'd done before. especially with Crowley looks at him like that. sounds like that. both together elicit a lip-bite; Aoba's teeth skim over his own bottom lip, eyes lid, heart quickens.

feeling Crowley's palm pressed against his... he can't help but squeeze back, clasp, try to keep him there. god—he's gonna come, can feel it, right on the cusp of spilling over. )

Ah...? ( a dazed sound broken from his throat, and his lips work uselessly for a second. didn't Crowley tell him to stop asking?? ) But you said that...

( trailing off into another gasp, shifting, trying to grind his hips up once more. but if he's asking... Aoba won't get in trouble for saying it, right? maybe it's just something he wants to hear? another slow breath before he nuzzles against Crowley again, cock twitching with his impending climax. )

Crowley... Crowley, bite me. Want you.

[ His breath is hot against Aoba's neck, relishing in the sensation of the human's hips matching the rhythm of his own and adding more friction between pulling and pushing back inside of him. It has Crowley desiring to grab his cock, stroke the length of it, but he's persistent on holding him close like this. To keep him within intimate space so that he may be reminded that in the end, as it has been for the past eight hundred years, this was all for blood.

Of course the mix of pleasure wasn't bad, but vampires drove on blood coursing through a human's veins.

Crowley had to get this feeling out his brain, out of his body; affection, attachment, fondness.

He... cares for Aoba. A lot more than he should, a lot more than he's been allowed to for a human being in a long time, and that thought alone shakes him to his core. As if somewhere, deep down, there may remain remnants of a human being inside of him, and if that were to ever surface he knows that it would only cause more grief on his part.

So when he's given permission he lunges forward, opening his mouth and piercing his fangs into Aoba's neck. The hand on his shoulder dips down, finds the small of his back, and hoists him up effortlessly as his hips thrust into him harder and with lack of rhythm. Concentrating on draining his blood, just a mouthful so it wouldn't hurt him, than anything else. ]

( the shock from fangs digging into his neck makes Aoba's back arch, body curving upward against Crowley's with a loud gasp. he hadn't really been expecting it, yeah, but it's that same drugging mix of pleasure and pain that he's slowly getting addicted to. self-aware enough to realize what's happening but too enamored right now to curb it, for now, he lets himself give in to those desires, groaning and burying his fingers into Crowley's hair.

then he's hoisted, easily, almost like he's a child in comparison to such strength. the different angle sets him deeper and he groans again, grabs on tight, whatever discomfort from the bite nonexistent with the vampire taking such care.

there's no real rhythm but Aoba finds himself not caring; he's too focused on the feeling of Crowley's mouth against him and how good he feels, resting his weight down on the man and rocking his hips in a desperate grind. jerking, trying to bear down on the sweetest spots that send a spiral of heat and a fringe of fire pattering across his skin. muscles tense, and he tightens around Crowley's cock again, body rippling with a spring of energy seeking release. )

Cro...!

( choked out, a desperate whine as Aoba hits his orgasm, bowing his head and panting against the curve of the vampire's shoulder with each shuddering breath. dizzily pressing kisses against that shoulder and turning his head much as he can to trail kisses up, trying to give enough for Crowley to remember. )

[ He can't feel the way Aoba's fingers curl into his hair or how tight his hand is within his own. Paying close attention to the taste of his blood, realizing that it tastes even better than from the night before and forces himself to stop before he finds himself completely incoherent. Unwilling to let go, because if he had continued to swallow down a few more mouthfuls then there's no denying that the human would be close to death.

So one is enough, to which Crowley unhinges and pulls his fangs out of his neck. Examining the two wounds before pulling back.

Normally he would just lick the remnants of blood dripping from the open wound, but he steels himself. Because in the back of his head, where heated instinct lay waiting for him to make such a small mistake, he knew that he would drink the human dry.

Focus returning as his cock throbs, wanting release, and within the next few thrusts Crowley rumbles out a heated groan as he buries himself inside Aoba. Screwing his eyes shut as he meets his orgasm, toes curling upon being greeted to that all too satisfying edge. His grip goes slack, carefully dropping the man onto the mattress as he unravels with slow, deep breaths of air.

He doesn't sit up as he catches his breath, but he doesn't move his face away from Aoba's shoulder either. Whether it's out of concern for the man's health or because he feels content is... obvious. Chest purposely pressed against the other's so he can feel the beat of his heart. ]

Sorry.

[ That's the most his throat will allow him to get out. ]

( there's a rush of lightheadedness that comes from even just that mouthful; Crowley had been right before, that he should eat before any more biting, but in the end Aoba... doesn't care. it feels good for Crowley, thus it feels good for him. even if his heart gives a weird sputter at some point, righting itself after a few palpitations.

Aoba's breaths are shallow; he's a mass of feeling when Crowley buries himself in deep, every nerve on edge and focused on the vampire. squeezing his hand and refusing to let go, petting with the fingers he'd dug into soft hair.

and when he's dropped back onto the mattress he goes easy, sweet and pliant with exhaustion. even if it'd been slow it'd still been... enough to get his heart racing. wow.

only when the vampire's settled against him does his hand slide out of his hair, moving to cup against the smooth curve of the man's cheek. thumb gently strumming beneath his eye in a repetitive movement, tender in its caress. )

Mm..? Don't be. You're... wonderful.

( maybe it's a little embarrassing to say, and he mutters the last bit of it, but... it's true. and it's not like he didn't want it either.

this is wonderful too. tangled up like this, though he can't feel the beat of a heart in return he's still soothed by their closeness. bowing his head just enough, Aoba presses a kiss against the vampire's head, around his forehead and hairline. wherever he can reach. )

It was good. Really good.

[ Crowley is rapidly growing to appreciate and become content with the physical affection Aoba treats him with. The first time he thought it was weird, a random hookup that really could have not happened if he never gave the idea of having sex in the first place, but did he regret that? Did he regret this?

Maybe, in the future, he'll learn to.

That's usually how it goes. ]

Moron. [ It's mumbled against Aoba's shoulder, turning his head to look at him with a small crease between his brows. It's mild agitation at best, if he's even willing to call it that, as his tone remains relatively calm and in the midst of catching his breath. ] I wasn't apologizing for that, I'm talking about taking your blood again. If I had messed up and taken too much then I could have killed you.

[ His demeanor reads neutral, but there's an apologetic glint in his eyes. That and a small hint of self-loathe, disappointed after he's learned from experience when to stop so he wouldn't kill humans through blood drinking. ]

You realize that, don't you?

Yeah, I know.

( Aoba hadn't been unsure as to what Crowley had been apologizing for at all; he'd felt it, the dizzying rush that was a signal from his body that it was reaching some kind of limit. that it'd be easy to pass out from that, with everything they've done between now and last night.

yet his expression remains gentled, glancing down at the vampire and the crease between his eyebrows. that's... kind of cute. he probably shouldn't think it's cute when Crowley's mildly agitated, but he does. it's kind of nice..... a different expression, when the man usually seems so.... what's the word........ equable. maybe. )

But you didn't. I'm fine.

( looking at the positive. whatever silver linings that're there, along with some willfull ignorance of the consequences. or idk he's just down to fuck to a bad end #yoloooooooooooo

with a puff, Aoba dips and presses a kiss against that crease, enamored with it as he is. )

If you're really sorry, you can go get me breakfast after all. ( he's teasing, really....... but he wouldn't say no to an egg mcmuffin right about now. ) I hate milk, so don't even think about getting that.

( even the word is diSGUSTING.... sullied kissing Crowley with that filth. he's gotta cleanse, which is why Aoba's snuggling in and kissing him again. )

[ Crowley wasn't expecting that sort of reaction, so he can't be blamed for his silence. Grip going slack between the two of them, accepting the shower of kisses, only tilting his head up to lazily drag his lips across the shape of Aoba's jaw and moving up towards his ear. Teasing his earlobe lightly with the sharpest point of his fangs before he decides to pull back. ]

Hm, then I take it back. I'm not that sorry.

[ He empties his mind of complicated thoughts, shrugs off the idea that he was almost frightened over the possibility that he was moments away from nearly killing Aoba. Though something clings to him and weighs heavy on the heart that lay still in his chest, but what exactly that is is unknown to him.

He leans down quickly, giving the man beneath him a chaste kiss before slowly easing himself from inside Aoba with a small sigh. Sitting back onto his knees as he brings a hand to his shoulder and slowly messages it. ]

I need to get you protein, anyway, it'll help.

( Aoba would rather it be this way, even if he was dangerously close to passing out, or being sucked dry. he doesn't want that guilt to weigh on Crowley. and it seems like his ploy worked; a smile ticks on his lips at the pull to his earlobe, and he returns that chaste kiss while it's there, relishing the feeling of the vampire's lips on his.

losing that comfortable stretching sensation is a little disappointing, but they can't stay this way forever. Aoba breathes out, relaxes back onto the mattress and makes a grab for a pillow to cushion against his body. seeking something to hold, press against his chest in Crowley's absence. )

Oh... ... what about donuts?

( that's not protein, Aoba. )

[ After rolling his shoulder twice Crowley moves to finally get off the bed after hours, stretching out his legs before placing a hand on his neck and hearing a firm crack when he stretches it to the side. It had been some time since he had last slept in a bed, coffins had become far too common and the act of sleeping in anything beside that has become unfamiliar in both mind and body. ]

I don't even know what that is. [ He's lying. ] Protein, Aoba. Protein.

[ He picks up his pants and underwear, pulling that back on before he strides over towards the couch holding the remainder of his clothes. ]

If you keep this up I will come back with a whole gallon of milk.

[ He's not even kidding. ]

Eggs, yogurt... fish, that kind of stuff. What are you hungry for?

There's no way you don't know what a donut is.

( netflix, maybe. a donut?? he just doesn't want Aoba to have pure sugar and carbs. which... makes sense, even if he really could go for something sweet right now. it'd give him a boost. a shallow boost that'd have him crashing after but a boost all the same.

at the milk threat his nose wrinkles: don't you dare. the very thought makes him squeeze the pillow tighter and narrow his eyes. he'd probably do it. it's not worth the risk. )

Breakfast sandwich.

( definitely not yogurt, and fish is... eh... maybe not now. so eggs works the best; sitting up, Aoba plops the pillow into his lap. watching Crowley's movements with curious eyes. should he get dressed too? seems like a good idea to take a shower after everything they've done, first. )

Eggs and ham. That's enough protein, right?

[ Crowley would shower if vampire metabolism didn't supposedly make it more of a luxury than a requirement. I don't know how this fucking works but that's just how things are. Halted metabolism somehow makes you unable to age and you never stink... become a vampire today. ]

Sure.

[ He's finished getting dressed before he's looking around again, clearly looking for something before he stops. There's probably no reason for him to put his belt on if he's coming back anyway. ] Coffee or juice? [ A pause. ] Never mind, I'll just force you to drink milk.

[ Is he kidding? Is he being honest? Who knows. What does matter is that he's approaching Aoba again, offering him a smile as he leans down. ] Can I get a kiss before I go? Or have I teased you too much, baby?

( it's... it's really hard to tell if he's kidding or not. Aoba makes another face, distaste evident and he ain't even trying to hide it. man, tell him that was a bad idea, huh? now he's going to use it as leverage forever.

.... not forever. this is just another hookup, right? Aoba's gut does a little flip, and he hugs the pillow tighter against himself. right. can't get too attached; he knew that since... well. day one.

but then he's close again—Aoba looks up, blinking quizzically at the vampire, unable to not smile in return. )

Mm, I guess you can have one. Just because if you bring milk back it'll be your very last, and all.

( it better be juice!!! or anything else, honestly. with a light harumph his expressions smooths over and he reaches up, leaning up and putting weight forward on his knees to catch Crowley in a kiss. palms pressed against the shape of the vampire's jaw, cupping, like he's holding something dear. )

... .. ... Don't take too long.

[ His lips are already curled in a playful grin before Aoba is leaning in close to bring their mouths together. He responds gently, putting in as much as the other does before opening his eyes once more. ] Already miss me? [ A joke, of course, pulling away from that heavenly hold of his. ] I'll be back soon, take a shower and just wait.

[ It's not entirely a promise, but it's obvious that Crowley holds no intentions of leaving and never returning. Aoba has, as he's stated before, done plenty of waiting and vanishing now would be downright cruel. Though, ultimately, if he were called he'd have no problems leaving. Ferid calls him and he won't look back, it's only natural at this point for him to respond even if the possibility of being stood up is high.

At least that's what he tells himself.

But he leaves and... surprise, as soon as he's gone is he back. It feels odd to return to a hotel, wasn't it more common for humans to only stay one night? But he's not complaining, he's got a bag in one hand and without so much as a knock is he using the only key to enter the room. Apparently a little groggy, the sun does that despite the ring around his arm, but otherwise fine. And hey, upon closer inspection Aoba may or may not be able to realize that that's certainly not milk in the clear bag. ]

( take a shower and just wait.

well... a shower sounds really good right now. doesn't Crowley want one too? yet the vampire seems completely fine; does he just not sweat like a human would?

not thoughts Aoba's going to spend forever on. he does just that, trudges into the bathroom despite the way his muscles complain and drags himself into a hot shower. lathering up thick with soap and scrubbing away the remnants of their night together feels good, even if he likes having Crowley's scent all over.

and he's not out soon enough to be waiting when the vampire returns—dang, he's not Crowley, he's Wile E. Crowlyote. but it's only a moment later that the sound of the knob's being turned and the sound of the shower goes out. Aoba's left his clothes across the bed, not having even thought about them when he dragged himself into the bathroom in the first place, so when he steps out it's with a towel knotted around his waist, smelling of clean skin and soap. )

Welcome back. ( well, he's not displeased to have Crowley back so soon. and of course he looks downward suspiciously, ready to recoil at even the shape of a milk carton. but it looks safe and he lets free a little sigh of relief. ) So what did you get?

( since they both knew he was looking for milk right then. is it donuts???// )

[ Listen when the sun makes you tired you want to move fast, and Crowley's not going to get stuck to give anyone curious an explanation as to why he has pointed ears, red eyes, and fangs. The cashier/vendor gave him a set of raised brows and that's enough to make him want to move as fast as possible.

There's a reason why they had a law for not interacting with humans. He's certain it's not just general annoyance but for him that's one of them.

He's just glad to be back. ]

First, I got that sandwich thing you were talking about. [ And then he's reaching into the bag with his free hand. ] And orange juice. That good enough?

[ He's grinning, shifting his weight onto one foot. ]

How was your shower?

— BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

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