[ When Aoba gets this way, it's certainly uncommon. Being put on display in effeminate attire really starts him out on uneven footing, but they have long ago attained the necessary comfort level that's generally hard to reach for him to be a little daring, but even then it's when he feels like he has the upper hand, something he so rarely feels like he does - especially given how easily he allows his insecurities to run rampant. Equally novel is that timidity betrayed in his friend's voice, he who spends most of his time braying whatever he thinks sounds cool or poetic.
Aoba runs his hands down his sides, over hips and thighs, arranges his legs one after the other over his shoulders. He wants to make sure that damned camera captures his face like this, and particularly when he's unable to. Surely, being subjected to this level of embarrassment would ensure that he destroyed all evidence after. He imagines how this looks to him, the 'girly' one - dressed in ladies' negligee - being the one to take the reigns, which is...
Actually kind of empowering, and probably contributes a lot to Aoba's newfound confidence. Don't question it, but riling Karamatsu up is pretty fun. ]
I'm going to lift you now, Kara-kun.
[ He thinks about how he'd removed the stockings from him earlier and how he could return the favor - hoists his lower half up, kneeling on the bed for leverage and sliding his hands under his knees. Slipping the offending garment off him, he leaves it to the side. Instead of lowering his roommate's body, he arranges one foot to brace on his shoulder, the other hanging in the air - held aloft with a hand behind his knee - and kisses his way down his inner thigh. ]
Mm... your legs are smooth...
[ But that's right - he shaves pretty regularly. Pretty much everywhere, it turns out. He lets his hand pet up and down the back of his thigh, leaving his leg hanging in the air as he continues to kiss down it, then nuzzles into the warmth between his legs, mouthing the smooth patch of skin just behind his balls. ]
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Aoba runs his hands down his sides, over hips and thighs, arranges his legs one after the other over his shoulders. He wants to make sure that damned camera captures his face like this, and particularly when he's unable to. Surely, being subjected to this level of embarrassment would ensure that he destroyed all evidence after. He imagines how this looks to him, the 'girly' one - dressed in ladies' negligee - being the one to take the reigns, which is...
Actually kind of empowering, and probably contributes a lot to Aoba's newfound confidence. Don't question it, but riling Karamatsu up is pretty fun. ]
I'm going to lift you now, Kara-kun.
[ He thinks about how he'd removed the stockings from him earlier and how he could return the favor - hoists his lower half up, kneeling on the bed for leverage and sliding his hands under his knees. Slipping the offending garment off him, he leaves it to the side. Instead of lowering his roommate's body, he arranges one foot to brace on his shoulder, the other hanging in the air - held aloft with a hand behind his knee - and kisses his way down his inner thigh. ]
Mm... your legs are smooth...
[ But that's right - he shaves pretty regularly. Pretty much everywhere, it turns out. He lets his hand pet up and down the back of his thigh, leaving his leg hanging in the air as he continues to kiss down it, then nuzzles into the warmth between his legs, mouthing the smooth patch of skin just behind his balls. ]