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Horn and Chess pressed against each other. They were eavesdropping on the 7th Progenitor Ferid Bathory and the 13th progenitor Crowley Eusford’s conversation through the tiny slit of the door. Ferid just came to their estate unannounced. Crowley had the habit of dismissing them when receiving the 7th progenitor that’s why Ferid’s visits always made them unhappy. Apart from the irritation that they felt for the silver haired vampire, they were curious about the true state of affairs between the two so they wanted to see for themselves why their precious and stupendous Crowley-sama was willing to move mountains for Ferid.
Ferid eyed the door with his gaze and smiled to himself. He found it cute that the girls were observing them like that. Crowley knew too but he didn’t really care.
Ferid was standing with his arms Akimbo just a meter away from Crowley who was sitting relaxed on the couch with his arms splayed on the length. The two were conversing nonchalantly but the air between them was kind of awkward.
“You’re staying the night here?”
“I can’t?”
“You can of course. But this is so unlike you, Ferid-kun.”
“Oh is it?”
A smile tugged at Ferid’s mouth. He began unbuttoning the buttons at the hem of his long sleeves.
“What is so off about me spending the night with you? Aren’t we buddies?”
“You never spend the night with me.”
Ferid unbuckled his belt and took off his overcoat.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off my clothes. It’s pretty stuffy in here.”
“You are acting odd. What happened?”
“Nothing. I just want to spend time with you and relax.” Ferid said as he slipped away from his boots.
Ferid neatly folded the clothes that he took off and put them on the table. He also put away his boots right next to Crowley’s oaken wardrobe. Excited for the night, he sauntered towards Crowley’s bookshelves and took out a book. He then went to where Crowley sat. Like a cat, he splayed himself across the latter’s lap. He folded his legs up and opened the book and skimmed through it. This put Crowley off. The girls outside were shocked at this gesture. He was being overly intimate with Crowley–a thing that doesn’t happen quite often.
Ferid always puts some distance between himself and Crowley. But for some reason or another, he, on his own volition has allowed himself to be closer to him more than usual. Crowley’s brows rise as Ferid moves against him. The rustling of his clothes, the way he edged and pressed against him felt overly familiar. Ferid was playing with him and his girls.
“What’s this Ferid-kun?”
“What?”
“You…”
Ferid was closer to him now, he was just a gesture away. Being too close like this makes Crowley unable to resist touching him. He massaged Ferid’s nape with his curled index finger.
“What are you up to?”
He trails his fingers from the nape of Ferid’s neck down to the small of his back. He repeated this. Ferid whimpered and slumped on his muscular legs languidly as he leafed through the pages of the book. Crowley felt the other’s pointy chin nuzzling his legs. He felt his breathing, he felt his body burn his flesh.
“That feels so good.” Ferid purrs unable to withstand Crowley’s petting. He curves his hand on Crowley’s knee and grasps it, flushing at the sensation of what the other vampire was doing to him.
Crowley ran the knuckles of his hands to Ferid’s covered skin, caressing him. He slid it across Ferid’s back then back again to the nape of his neck. He rubbed his curled index finger on Ferid’s nape and run his fingers one after the other in quick succession on the smooth flesh.
He feels Ferid’s nails underneath the gloves. He feels him press his cheek to his thighs. The book drops and Ferid resigns himself to his touch.
There was a layer that separated Crowley from him but this didn’t matter. He was close to him now, a touch away, a kiss away, unlike those other times when he was so far away from him. Presently, he resigns himself to him for whatever reason and that was enough.