[ All those responses are doing an amazing job of alleviating Aoba's own self-consciousness. He's having a little fun with it too, especially as his body sways from on top of him when Karamatsu's body tightens up, his thighs lifting against him. He's always been so sensitive here, so this is absolutely cheating.

He is purposefully slow in unhinging his jaw, and makes sure there's just a little pressure as he pulls away, his teeth scraping gently. He presses his thumb into the sting it leaves behind, rubbing it. ]

Isn't it awful when someone tries to get you to say something lewd?

[ Aoba's voice is low, but there's a slight sing-song quality near the end -
he's teasing him, but softens it by applying kisses to his chest between words, tasting the other nipple with a single lick that's insufficient attention compared to the other. He wants him to use his mouth in other places, so in other places it will go.

Knowing Karamatsu, he probably doesn't mean for it in that way. He says a lot of really embarrassing things, generally heavy-handed with the romantic gestures and Naturally, Aoba will just take that to mean he's asking for more. But he's emboldened by the keening he makes, whining through the pleasure. It's disgraceful, surely the sort of thing that would leave him embarrassed for days after - and more importantly, so unlike that image of cool he wants to embody day in and out that he feels certain Karamatsu wouldn't want any record of this video to exist on this world.

Aoba kisses down his stomach, letting his blunted nails drag down in his wake as he slides further down his body. ]

But you just blurted something even worse... didn't you?