[ And there is the reason he likes Aoba so much. Or one of them. He could write a textbook essay about Aoba and he probably has, somewhere, stashed between both terrible poetry and cheap porn he keeps somewhere secretive. Aoba gives him positive attention— desire, even— something that he's certain he hasn't come across so genuinely in his entire life.
Maybe, just maybe, Aoba will fixate on Karamatsu's face, or even the gold chain around his neck, but certainly not what's below his waist: his half hardness cradled in a blue leopard print thong. Please, dear God, don't let your eyes wander down there just yet. ]
What sort of things? How your hair is beautiful as the vast ocean? Or your eyes are like a pair of sunflowers in the summertime?
[ His hand shifts to hold Aoba at the calf, preventing him from pushing his robe off completely. ]
Or I could talk about how gorgeous your heart is instead. Heh, would you prefer that? [ He slides his hand up along the inside of Aoba's leg to try and remove one of those stockings. If Aoba observes closely, again, there's a small sign of his nervousness: his ears are turning pink. ]
he'll lick it
Maybe, just maybe, Aoba will fixate on Karamatsu's face, or even the gold chain around his neck, but certainly not what's below his waist: his half hardness cradled in a blue leopard print thong. Please, dear God, don't let your eyes wander down there just yet. ]
What sort of things? How your hair is beautiful as the vast ocean? Or your eyes are like a pair of sunflowers in the summertime?
[ His hand shifts to hold Aoba at the calf, preventing him from pushing his robe off completely. ]
Or I could talk about how gorgeous your heart is instead. Heh, would you prefer that?
[ He slides his hand up along the inside of Aoba's leg to try and remove one of those stockings. If Aoba observes closely, again, there's a small sign of his nervousness: his ears are turning pink. ]