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

— BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE



*aoba voice* so like... is the good end dick just as good as the bad end dick. i'm asking for a friend.
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-06-21 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-06-23 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-06-24 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-06-28 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-06-30 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
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. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-07-03 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-07-04 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
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?
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-07-08 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-07-14 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
( 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???// )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-07-23 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
That's great.

( he hadn't realized how dang ravenous he was until... well... literally just now. the smell of the breakfast sandwich wafting has his stomach growling almost embarrassingly loud, but he's too famished to care. )

Better than great!

( Aoba hangry. though that's only half the reason he's pressing closer, the other half because Crowley's cute with his grin, and he can't help but getting into the vampire's space. )

It was good. Are you sure you don't... ( drifts, and then redirects; if Crowley wanted to take a shower he would've. ) ... I'm glad you came back so fast. I almost missed you.

( almost. he offers a little grin of his own before making a grab for the bag, ready to tear into everything in there like a savage. Aoba, put some clothes on before you eat food, don't be a freak. )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-08-01 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
( ... flatface. )

I know vampires are... different, but you really don't need to shower? Even after all that?

( as he munches into the sandwich, doing his best to gather the napkins around its base so he doesn't make a big ole mess. )

Won't you smell like me? ( ........ wait a second, ) I—I mean, I sweat and, you know... even if you don't, we were... touching. And, you know. It's dirty... it doesn't just, vanish? ( pause, mumble mumble, ) I don't know.

( as he takes another aggressive bite of his sandwich. )

Even if you'll probably do it anyway...

( .... and then Crowley definitely won't smell like Aoba. why's that vaguely disappointing? )
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[personal profile] frequence 2017-08-05 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
( opens his mouth real big

takes a slow, giant bite

and chews. )


... Mmfh.

( it's not even like he should be surprised by any of this at this point. it makes sense... probably... that his body would process things differently. even if it actually makes no sense to Aoba at all. well, whatever—Crowley's always going to be something of an enigma. )

You don't... have to, or anything. If you don't want to. It's fine if you smell like me for a while longer.

( oh, he said it. but Crowley's always encouraged him to say what he wants, so he won't take this back. )

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