[ Okay, so pulling off clothes with one's teeth is rapidly becoming the turn-on Aoba never quite expected. It's just the right kind of playful, particularly when Karamatsu seems catch onto the material in just such a way that he's forced to spit the stuff out. It puts Aoba a little more at ease, and for that he's at least a little grateful. ]
S-stop... ahaha! [ Aoba's objections ride on a light, bashful laugh that is a little breathless, particularly after he kisses his fingers. That gesture is sweet, but almost saccharine sweet and he's not sure if he'll ever get used to being doted on quite like this. But... Aoba's taken a look at the kind of adult films guys usually liked and they're rarely this... romantic. But let's face it, even for a chick flick this is over the top. ]
When you say that... nnh!
[ The hand at the back of his head makes his hair tingle, the strange nerve endings that creep past follicles to the very tips of every blue strand have sensation of their own, and even the gentlest touch makes him tense. As Karamatsu joins him on the bed, his arm can't support both of their combined weights so it wobbles and then slips out from under him. He exhales sharply, but the hand at the back of his head keeps him from hitting the bed too hard. ]
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[ He's careful how he moves his head now, not wanting to accidentally snag his hair on something as he gives a slight bob of his head, nodding. As usual, getting Aoba to articulate clearly what he wants is a challenge - he shies away, clams up even at the sound of his own voice echoing off the walls.
He deflects instead of answering him directly, his hand slipping out of Karamatsu's cool hand and shooting under the pillow, sliding his phone out from under it and closer at hand -- he'll put this to use later. He then pulls at the blanket, one of the legs on either side of Karamatsu kicking out as a brief counterbalance before he sweeps the end of it over both of their bodies and heads both. It's a light colored comforter, so the light filters right through it.
#saveaoba, also every time he says something in italics I hc he's speaking engrish
S-stop... ahaha! [ Aoba's objections ride on a light, bashful laugh that is a little breathless, particularly after he kisses his fingers. That gesture is sweet, but almost saccharine sweet and he's not sure if he'll ever get used to being doted on quite like this. But... Aoba's taken a look at the kind of adult films guys usually liked and they're rarely this... romantic. But let's face it, even for a chick flick this is over the top. ]
When you say that... nnh!
[ The hand at the back of his head makes his hair tingle, the strange nerve endings that creep past follicles to the very tips of every blue strand have sensation of their own, and even the gentlest touch makes him tense. As Karamatsu joins him on the bed, his arm can't support both of their combined weights so it wobbles and then slips out from under him. He exhales sharply, but the hand at the back of his head keeps him from hitting the bed too hard. ]
...
[ He's careful how he moves his head now, not wanting to accidentally snag his hair on something as he gives a slight bob of his head, nodding. As usual, getting Aoba to articulate clearly what he wants is a challenge - he shies away, clams up even at the sound of his own voice echoing off the walls.
He deflects instead of answering him directly, his hand slipping out of Karamatsu's cool hand and shooting under the pillow, sliding his phone out from under it and closer at hand -- he'll put this to use later. He then pulls at the blanket, one of the legs on either side of Karamatsu kicking out as a brief counterbalance before he sweeps the end of it over both of their bodies and heads both. It's a light colored comforter, so the light filters right through it.
...Just what is Aoba doing? ]