[ Ah, he's making this is responsibility, is he? ]
How... do you --
[ Aoba's mind reels, thinking of how. There's blowing air through his hands cupped around Karamatsu's, hot air pooling into the well it creates. But that's hardly sexy, right? It's just... a thing parents of brothers do to help those younger than them to warm up. It's pretty innocent.
Aoba looks down at what he's wearing - a lacy babydoll top and panties that make him look more feminine than he would have in those sky blue trunks he favors. This is pastel pink and hardly something warming. It's snug at the top but opens up at the front just below his sternum, revealing the skinny torso beneath. Just how is he supposed to warm him?
It occurs to him what he should do, and he struggles with it. He lifts up from the bed, getting up close enough to bump his nose against his and brush it against his in a brief (and red-faced) show of fondness, complete with a brush of his lips against his before he pushes off the blanket from around them and puts his hands on his shoulders. ]
Y-you'd better not save these recordings, Kara-kun.
[ He tries to switch their positions, pushing Karamatsu onto his back against the bed as he clambers over his prone figure instead. He can't very well warm him up if he leaves this entirely up to him, can he? Furthermore the position left them little in the way of warming those hands of his if he has to use them to keep himself upright, so as Aoba throws a leg over his body and straddles him, he guides his hands up beneath the sheer layers of the negligee top he's wearing, running his hands up his skinny torso. ]
...I'll really make you regret it if you try to go back on your word!
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How... do you --
[ Aoba's mind reels, thinking of how. There's blowing air through his hands cupped around Karamatsu's, hot air pooling into the well it creates. But that's hardly sexy, right? It's just... a thing parents of brothers do to help those younger than them to warm up. It's pretty innocent.
Aoba looks down at what he's wearing - a lacy babydoll top and panties that make him look more feminine than he would have in those sky blue trunks he favors. This is pastel pink and hardly something warming. It's snug at the top but opens up at the front just below his sternum, revealing the skinny torso beneath. Just how is he supposed to warm him?
It occurs to him what he should do, and he struggles with it. He lifts up from the bed, getting up close enough to bump his nose against his and brush it against his in a brief (and red-faced) show of fondness, complete with a brush of his lips against his before he pushes off the blanket from around them and puts his hands on his shoulders. ]
Y-you'd better not save these recordings, Kara-kun.
[ He tries to switch their positions, pushing Karamatsu onto his back against the bed as he clambers over his prone figure instead. He can't very well warm him up if he leaves this entirely up to him, can he? Furthermore the position left them little in the way of warming those hands of his if he has to use them to keep himself upright, so as Aoba throws a leg over his body and straddles him, he guides his hands up beneath the sheer layers of the negligee top he's wearing, running his hands up his skinny torso. ]
...I'll really make you regret it if you try to go back on your word!