[ Aoba mumbles against his skin, appreciating the distraction but there's no way Karamatsu would let him off that easily - he predictably returns his attention back on Aoba's sudden decision to assert himself. ]

All those foreign words kinda jumble together sometimes, I don't know how you remember all that stuff.

[ Aoba tenses at the touch. Even this light pressure he's using to push back his hair sends a tight, tingling sensation through him as those blue strands receive signals as sensitively as any nerve ending can. It shivers down his spine enough to make his body quake briefly, his jaw tightening as he exhales softly, but tense. ]

N-no, I just - [ Defensively, Aoba's first instinct is to deny it. Has to mentally tell himself this is fine, nothing they haven't done before. Well, the camera is new. But he's pretending it's not there. So here he'll be, trying valiantly to come across instead as teasing. The fact that he's red from his hairline to the tips of his ears and halfway down his chest somewhat ruins the effect. He resists the urge to flinch back at the hand in his hair but he endures it. So long as he doesn't grip it too tightly or pull... it should be fine. ]

It's not as much fun if you're doing everything... and besides. [ All that muttering close to his skin heats him with every hitched breath so Aoba tastes him with his tongue again with delicate, kittenish licks. ] Are you feeling warmer? I won't feel like I've done this properly until you're hot.

[ GOD. Even that was embarrassing, but it thrilled him a little just getting it out. Granted, in that small and haltering way he does, mumbling as if unused to vocalizing in such a manner, but since Karamatsu seemed to enjoy it...

Squeezing his eyes shut, he pulls the nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, his knees drawing in on Karamatsu's sides as he braces himself. ]