[ Aoba has found a temporary cure for that feverish blush, and that is the victorious feeling that blooms in his chest when he startles his roommate. He looks momentarily pleased with himself, feeling like he's scored one point in his favor as retaliation for all those feelings Karamatsu was evoking and overloading him with compliments.
That victory is short lived, and seems to do little at all to dissuade Karamatsu from removing one stocking at a slow (and admittedly kind of sexy) pace. The stockings were a little tight on his legs, so when they're peeled off, Aoba gives a light sigh as the cool air hits his skin. Weirdly, they also seemed to make his legs look pretty nice, something he'd noticed only while he was running his foot against him. ]
Nn- ah... haah...?
[ That's... really sweet, just the sort of thing that would sicken Other Aoba, but has the opposite effect on him - stunned at first, his brows lifting as sweeter sounds escape his lips, breathless sighs of heightening arousal. He's being so gentle, so tender, it's fills Aoba with a growing impatience. He shifts restlessly on the bed, his foot bracing against Karamatsu's hip, each kiss is tortuously slow until --
Until he ruins it. Stands there with the robe pooling at his feet, that ridiculously shiny gold chain and... what appears to be a flashy banana hammock. Aoba stares at him, red-faced at the sound he just made and a little mad that Karamatsu stopped. So he lifts the other leg from where it rested on his hip and presses the stocking'd tip right over his mouth. ]
...Less talking, more making out. [ Please, as if he'd stop. Hopefully he won't stop, Aoba is just like this. ]
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That victory is short lived, and seems to do little at all to dissuade Karamatsu from removing one stocking at a slow (and admittedly kind of sexy) pace. The stockings were a little tight on his legs, so when they're peeled off, Aoba gives a light sigh as the cool air hits his skin. Weirdly, they also seemed to make his legs look pretty nice, something he'd noticed only while he was running his foot against him. ]
Nn- ah... haah...?
[ That's... really sweet, just the sort of thing that would sicken Other Aoba, but has the opposite effect on him - stunned at first, his brows lifting as sweeter sounds escape his lips, breathless sighs of heightening arousal. He's being so gentle, so tender, it's fills Aoba with a growing impatience. He shifts restlessly on the bed, his foot bracing against Karamatsu's hip, each kiss is tortuously slow until --
Until he ruins it. Stands there with the robe pooling at his feet, that ridiculously shiny gold chain and... what appears to be a flashy banana hammock. Aoba stares at him, red-faced at the sound he just made and a little mad that Karamatsu stopped. So he lifts the other leg from where it rested on his hip and presses the stocking'd tip right over his mouth. ]
...Less talking, more making out. [ Please, as if he'd stop. Hopefully he won't stop, Aoba is just like this. ]