It's easy to see that some hasty cleaning had been done, a few spare feathers in the corner and a dirty sock, dangling off the bottom of the small chair in the room hinting at the mess that the room had been before his arrival. He smiles softly as he thinks about the angel cleaning up for his arrival. The pile of feather soften his gaze and he lets out a quiet sigh. [i]'He really is being tainted more and more. . .Somehow, they look darker when they're not attached. . . .'[/i] Shaking his head, he watches Aoba flop on to the bed, chuckling as he snugs up close to the wall to keep his wings out of the way.

“Works for me.” he murmurs, crawling slowly on to the bed after the smaller male. Carefully shifting on to his side he rolls his shoulders, pushing the pillow about a little before looking down at the tucked in angel and letting a few naughty thoughts cross through his mind. Once they are past he smiles down at Aoba, a devious tinge his only warning for what Kuro does a moment later. Scooting in even closer, getting right into Aoba's space, he slides an arm under the angel and pulls him into his arms so Aoba is half settled on top of him.

Scrunching down comfortably on his back he rests the angel's head on his chest, brushing his fingers through his hair gently. “Yep, and it lets me do stuff like this. Your wings looked a little cramped there. This way you can spread them out comfortably.” He grins down at Aoba, giving his Little Mouse a soft squeeze as he settles in for the night. “That and now we don't have to share a pillow. . .” Humming softly, he peeks an eye open. “But if you're not comfortable, we can of course try some other position.” He can't help the sly smile, though he knows that such jokes have no purchase as of yet for the angel.