_{[ If there is one thing that gets his blood pumping beneath his skin, it's the want— the verbal commands and being told what to do. Karamatsu loves doing things for people, which makes his personality a little more tolerable if people will give him a chance to show it. He catches Aoba right at the ankle, pressing the rounds of his thumbs against his foot; a brief massage as he looks down at him. ]}

Oh? Is that eagerness filling to the very brim? Like a goblet filled with wine, I will pour your glass--

_{[ He shifts, pressing along Aoba's leg as he leans over, baring into Aoba. His mouth goes straight for the top of the stocking at the thigh, teeth nipping against both the fabric and the surface of his partner's skin. He glances up at him. ]}

--And make it overflow.
_{[ Then he'll try to remove the stocking. You know, with his teeth. ]}