[ He appreciates the kissing— the way their lips mesh together warmly, their tongues sliding against one another, seeming to fight for dominance for a moment. Karamatsu isn't really quiet through any of this; he never has been, but he certainly makes an effort to try. At the comment, he pulls back enough to look at Aoba with half lidded eyes, his breath rapid. ]
Everything about me is hotter in this instance. [ His confidence is fragile— on the verge of breaking, and Aoba can maybe hear it in his shuttering voice. But the look on his face says otherwise. ]
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Everything about me is hotter in this instance.
[ His confidence is fragile— on the verge of breaking, and Aoba can maybe hear it in his shuttering voice.
But the look on his face says otherwise. ]