[ Aoba's hand swiftly slides up the rest of the way up his stomach and chest to cover Karamatsu's mouth. That's enough out of you. ]

Heeh... maybe it's safer to keep you locked up for now.

[ This is too embarrassing. Maybe he should just shut him up with more kissing... but really, the thong is so painful to look at. He just wants to avert his eyes every time and -- ]

Mn? Are you already this excited?

[ They've been fooling around but it's hardly been much in the way of direct stimulation. Aoba feels a mischievous sensation running through him again, although he does his best to hide it. He fails, smirking in spite of his earlier annoyance. The finger that snapped the thong now nudges at the dick that strains (and stains) the front of the offending garment, rocking it one way and the other, even drawing it back so it springs up again.

And yes, his other hand is still covering his lips lightly with his fingers. It won't take much effort to remove them. His expression turns impish. ]

I'd bet you'd come without me even touching you directly... Kara-kun?