Feeling the tension leave his little angel's body, Kuro can feel his own nerves soothing even as his desires pulsate beneath his sore flesh.[i]'I really wish I could just scoop him up and show him that the shy thing is rather quite alluring. Wish I could show him how much I really, truly missed him. . .'[/i] Letting out a small sigh himself the demon shivers slightly each time that wing brushes his back gently. His head perks up as Aoba speaks, the compliment making his inner beast wag it's tail and a grin to split his face. Tilting his head to the side he props it up on his knees while looking at the adorable man at his side. “I do my best.” he murmurs, feeling quite self satisfied.

Gazing into those lovely blue eyes Kuro gets a little lost, that questioning expression on the angel's face making him look even more cute than usual and making Kuro raise a questioning eyebrow of his own. Instead of speaking however Aoba makes Kuro's skin thrum as he moves in closer, making the poor demon tremble slightly as he resists the urge to simply devour the delightful little bite. He does unfurl however, shifting so that he can lean a bit closer to the peaceful looking angel, his free hand gripping his knee tightly beneath the water to keep him from running it all over that wet, easily accessible body. He waits, watching, wanting to see what About is up to moving closer to him like that.

His insides want to crumple a little as Aoba starts stargazing, literally, but he keeps himself from pulling back, listening intently despite the fact that Aoba is clearly being too innocent for his own good once again. Clearly missing what his movement had said to the rather needy demon. Without looking up he murmurs, “There's some science behind it, but long story short, out in the county like this, the stars are a lot easier to see.” He lets out a questioning hum when he hears his name on those sweet lips and waits silently for whatever Aoba wants to say. His body is quite keyed up, but he holds his needs tightly and keeps his ears clear of the little voices telling him he's being a fool for not just taking what he wants from the innocent little creature.

He smiles once more at the idea of flying with the angel and nods before realizing that Aoba's not looking up at him as he asks. His loins tighten at the look on Aoba's face as he pouts at his feathers and he can't help but reach out with his free hand and grip his Little Mouse's chin gently. Raising his face up so that they are looking at one another Kuro lets out a soft purring noise as he murmurs, “Of course Aoba.” Leaning in he kisses the angel softly. A rather innocent peck, it lingers for a while as Kuro's hand slides up across Aoba's cheek and into his hair. After a few beats however Kuro pulls back, his hand still in place, and he grins at the smaller man.

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Pulled from his consideration of perhaps spending less time watching his former employee's every day life by the image in the mirror, Fenrir's eyes go a little wide and his stomach drops, the conflicting feelings inside of both support and admonishment of the little angel make him hold his breath as Kuro moves in and  makes his intentions shine through. [i]'Now, he can't miss this, can he? I mean, this [b]is[/b] Aoba, but. . .The demon is practically screaming it at this point. . .'[/i] Despite being under water, it's easy to tell the state Kuro is in and while he keeps his gaze averted from it, Fenrir can't scrub the image from his mind.

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His Body definitely has some impure attentions it wants to bestow on the cute little angel looking up at him. It sings with all things his inner demon is telling him to do. His very nature is at war with what Kuro knows what he can and can not do in this situation, and in the end he has to force himself back ever so slightly to keep himself from pouncing on Aoba without warning. His fingers slide sadly from those lovely brown locks and he places his hand back on his own lap, telling it to stay there and behave. Aoba's wing brushes his shoulder gently in his turned, leaning position and he shivers at each little touch. He waits however. Waits and watches and smiles at the little mouse he hopes to capture one day. “We can fly together, and work together, and hunt together. I will stay here. I will be with you, and show you what living really is. . . .” His voice is smooth, soft, and his smile is only slightly mischievous.