"Wha-?" It wasn't an especially intelligent sound. In fact, Bobby felt oddly reminded of the way his two dumb boys would sound when he told them something new. He cleared his throat to get away from seeming like an idjit, yet his expression was still baffled. "You ain't a girl."
He felt that needed stating. Evidently. "I don't care how many skirts you wore, you're definitely no girl. I don't mind, I'm just sayin'."
Wait, demon. "You ain't gotta change how you appear or nothing either. Just be yourself. That's what I li-- Yanno. What I'm used to."
He still felt as if he was missing some link there. Bottom. STD. Girl? The girl thing was tripping him up. "I know how to get a man off. I am one. Seems a lot easier than with womenfolk."
"Huh." Well. That was a lot at once. No changing, he liked him how he was and he was ready to jack him off. Sweet. "They're kilts. Not skirts."
He decided to start with that part as he came closer to Bobby and just reached out to playfully knock that stupid hat off his head and get a better look at his eyes. "When I say girl, I mean the biblical sense. And that isn't helping, is it? Okay, darling, look. Some men pitch, some catch. Some give, some receive. Some are on top, some are on bottom."
He playfully stroked his cheek. "Some put their dick inside, some happily ride it. You catch my drift?"
"Ah." It kind of helped to hear that explanation. If helping meant to feel himself die inside and curl up to try and hide from the world until all the embarrassment died down, anyway. Bobby stared at, as he realised too late, Aleister's lower lip and he genuinely wasn't sure what to say.
"Never thought that much about that. Seems like a lot of fuss when you can just use hands." Sodomy, obviously, was against the bible. But so was a lot of stuff Bobby did on the daily, he didn't care about that. It was just... "Sounds painful."
"Only if you don't know what you're doing. The prostate is a wonderful thing, my dear. Some of my best orgasms. But we'll work up to that slowly. I assume 'sodomy' as you might say is a tricky one to wrap your head around from the generation traumatised by Deliverance." He already knew that Bobby's mind was doing, overthinking it and seeing it as some unromantic, painful thing. Unnatural. Sinning.
So cute. He smiled at Bobby, just really endeared as he leaned in close to him. "That stuff is later. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let's keep it simple. Something like a kiss."
"What, you do those without contracts?" Bobby said it with some amusement in his voice, deciding that joking about that was better than to admit that he had never really heard the word prostate outside of the context of needing to have it checked because he'd entered some sort of risk group.
Compared to that train of thought, dealing with Aleister by now basically on his lap and talking about kissing was easy as pie. "If you want a kiss, you better focus up this time. No time to take pictures."
"But then how do we cherish the memories?" Crowley teased as he shifted closer and yeah, he was almost in his lap at this point but he felt the vibe, he knew it was coming. He had already kissed Bobby, it was time for Bobby to kiss back. And he could see it now, the way he kept looking at his lips and the singular focus.
"I'm all yours, darling. There's no one else I want to focus on but you."
Before Bobby could chicken out of it, he dared himself and went for it. Aleister's lips were just as he remembered, pliant and ready and skilled, as was everything about the demon. Of course he was skilled, given the amount of practise. Bobby doubted he could come even close to matching up, but at least it was a willing kiss and there was some enthusiasm, in spite of the uncertainly gnawing away at him. Overthinking, as Aleister had called out before.
He broke away slowly, his hand now resting against Aleister's cheek. He looked at him and wondered whether he had anything good to say here. He knew he didn't have the way with words that Aleister had and he didn't want to end up feeling stupid. "Better deal this time."
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He felt that needed stating. Evidently. "I don't care how many skirts you wore, you're definitely no girl. I don't mind, I'm just sayin'."
Wait, demon. "You ain't gotta change how you appear or nothing either. Just be yourself. That's what I li-- Yanno. What I'm used to."
He still felt as if he was missing some link there. Bottom. STD. Girl? The girl thing was tripping him up. "I know how to get a man off. I am one. Seems a lot easier than with womenfolk."
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He decided to start with that part as he came closer to Bobby and just reached out to playfully knock that stupid hat off his head and get a better look at his eyes. "When I say girl, I mean the biblical sense. And that isn't helping, is it? Okay, darling, look. Some men pitch, some catch. Some give, some receive. Some are on top, some are on bottom."
He playfully stroked his cheek. "Some put their dick inside, some happily ride it. You catch my drift?"
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"Never thought that much about that. Seems like a lot of fuss when you can just use hands." Sodomy, obviously, was against the bible. But so was a lot of stuff Bobby did on the daily, he didn't care about that. It was just... "Sounds painful."
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So cute. He smiled at Bobby, just really endeared as he leaned in close to him. "That stuff is later. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, let's keep it simple. Something like a kiss."
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Compared to that train of thought, dealing with Aleister by now basically on his lap and talking about kissing was easy as pie. "If you want a kiss, you better focus up this time. No time to take pictures."
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"I'm all yours, darling. There's no one else I want to focus on but you."
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He broke away slowly, his hand now resting against Aleister's cheek. He looked at him and wondered whether he had anything good to say here. He knew he didn't have the way with words that Aleister had and he didn't want to end up feeling stupid. "Better deal this time."