The jerk of fluttering wings at his side catches the demon's attention, but rather than looking over, he simply continues rinsing off. He knows much more attention on the angel will lead him into something he will regret, so for now, he forces a distance between them. His eyes remain locked off on some distant point, his every effort going into keeping himself from ravaging the lovely beast sharing the bath with him. [i]'The exposed skin and flushed appearance from the hot water really doesn't help'[/i] He grumbles silently to himself, shifting uncomfortably and carefully redirecting his gaze even further away from the epitome of temptation settled against the side of the tub. He shifts a little bit further away, stretching and yawning, more than ready to try out the new sleeping arrangements.

However, relief apparently is not in his immediate future. Aoba comes drifting over, half hidden behind one wing as he looks up at him with the most adorable and tantalizing bashful expression on his face. Keeping his desire hidden – at least out of his eyes, his body not quite so cooperative – Kuro raises an eyebrow in question, wondering what the angel is up to being so cute. He visibly twitches at the sound of his name being called so softly, that little sing-song nature of it making his everything tighten. “Yes?” he murmurs, his voice deep, and soft.

Aoba's usual string of uncertainty and shyness brings a small smile to his lips, the familiarity giving him a little bit more control over himself. Sure, he knows he shouldn't have expected anything else, but can he really help thinking that, maybe, Aoba was actually responding the same way? A demon can dream, can't he? Images found only in yaoi novels had indeed passed through his head – the needy uke, devoured by passion and desire, calling out. . . . - but as Aoba remains the ever innocent youth he's always been, Kuro finds that well of control he'd built over time being around the angel keeping him properly contained.

“I'm glad too my Little Mouse.” he murmurs smoothly, his voice picking up a bit of it's old vigor. He chuckles, agreeing silently that being “so mushy” would repel the smaller demon, pulling many a disgusted face from him. [i]'He really can't help the innocent adorable thing ca-'[/i] His thoughts are cut off, his heart taking it's leave for an instant. Soft, warm lips are on his own, the pale, slender body attached to them far closer than is particularly safe for it to be. His body goes rigid, eyes widening even as his hands clench impulsively into fists. He can feel his nails cutting into his palms as it finally hits him that Aoba is kissing him, and if he moves a muscle, Aoba won't be able to get away unraveged.

And then, without warning, Aoba is gone. He's only a pace or two away, heading for the edge of the tub, but Kuro feels the absence as if he's a million miles away. He watches, eyes still wide, as the angel climbs out of the tub and mumbles his way out of sight.

It takes a long minute for Kuro to move, his rigid body falling back against the side of the tub in a tight, boneless heap. He has no room for thought at the moment, a rough keening noise leaving him as one of his hands slides forward to bring him some relief. He'd wanted to wait. Wait until Aoba was ready to just be with him. His head falls back over the edge of the tub, his body shaking with desire. He thought he could hold off doing something like this. He's never really had to do such a thing, the people he's had desire for being all too willing to couple with him before he drew their souls from them. But with Aoba, with this infuriatingly innocent and tempting angel, it's all he can do to keep from calling him an insufferable flirt and teaching him just how much an unintentional flirt riles him up.

Slitting eyes look to the room Aoba uses for sleep, falling closed after a moment as images of the younger man pass through his mind, teasing him to completion. The window overlooking the back yard is in full view of the tub and Kuro imagines Aoba seeing him like this. His fire leaps about his body, steaming the water, threatening to break the tub itself if he's not careful. But careful is the last thing he wants to be at the moment. He does however arch his body to lessen the chance of breakage, the shivers and shakes passing harshly through him just before he calls out, head snapping back harshly and he finds the release he'd been seeking.

[i]'It's not enough. Never will be enough. I want Aoba. I want him, more than anything. I want to see him crying out under me, or riding me, his wings fluttering with desire, those eyes bright with passion, those hand clinging needily, that voice. . .'[/i] he lets out a whine, his free hand coming up to cover his face as the images setting him in motion again. This time, he takes a little longer, working his entire body and by the end he's feeling more relaxed and is able to get out of the tub.

With a groan, he empties it, letting the water run out on it's own while he snatches up a towel and begins drying off and heads inside. [i]'I swear, next time, I won't be in shock, and. . . .And. . .Should I warn him? Tell him not to do that again?'[/i] He shakes his head hard, the idea of telling Aoba to put distance between them unacceptable. He knows that doing such a thing would make him think he'd done something wrong, and the truth is, it's the exact opposite. He's doing all the right things, it's just the fact that he's doing it with a demon that's making it all dangerous. [i]'So, [b]I[/b] have to be the one to check himself. I gotta be careful, and find a way to make distance when I'm too keyed up, until. . . . .Until he's ready'[/i] Leaning against the wall of the stairwell he lets out a whine. [i]'But how long will [b]that[/b] be!?'[/i]

At Aoba's door he summons up some silk sleeping pants before knocking, setting the towel just inside the bathroom. Hearing Aoba call out he opens the door slowly, peeking in before entering properly, making sure the angel isn't doing something that will make him jump his bones automatically. Just seeing Aoba is tantalizing, but with a smile Kuro closes the door behind him and crosses his arms over his chest. “So, do you prefer being near the wall, or the edge?” he asks smirking, taking in the little room in a glance and realizing “big bed” is a relative term. [i]'His bed in heaven must have been tiny!'[/i]