[ Aoba gasps hot on his skin, but feels he should at least answer him. After all, he's already having to bear the weight of his own body against his shoulders. And the weight of the decision to keep or throw away the images he's capturing here tonight. Little does he know that this whole scenario is ticking off kinks on Karamatsu's bucket list that he never knew he had. ]
Mm? Where do you want it to go...?
Here?
[ Aoba gives soft, kittenish licks along that smooth patch of skin that slides through his balls. Hot tongue laving over the sensitive, cooler skin. This is... really pornographic, but that's precisely the sort of thing he was going for, wasn't he?
Aoba smirks as he pulls away, a thin, glistening thread of saliva clinging to his lips and to Karamatsu's skin for a moment before he makes a show of licking his lips and breaking that connection. ]
Or maybe...
[ Using his thumbs to help spread his cheeks apart, he nuzzles his face between them. He's fresh from a shower, always meticulously clean which is good (now if only he could hold off on the cologne) so he doesn't mind this, it's... admittedly intimate, decidedly dirty (in a sexual sense) and just the sort of thing probably only he can do for him.
So it's why when he does this, it's as noisily as possible - he licks wet circles around the puckered muscle of his ass, sucks wet kisses against his sensitized skin. His hands snake around his waist from behind, interlacing his fingers together just above his cock and over his navel, hugging him as a few wet kisses result in obscene slurping sounds. ]
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Mm? Where do you want it to go...?
Here?
[ Aoba gives soft, kittenish licks along that smooth patch of skin that slides through his balls. Hot tongue laving over the sensitive, cooler skin. This is... really pornographic, but that's precisely the sort of thing he was going for, wasn't he?
Aoba smirks as he pulls away, a thin, glistening thread of saliva clinging to his lips and to Karamatsu's skin for a moment before he makes a show of licking his lips and breaking that connection. ]
Or maybe...
[ Using his thumbs to help spread his cheeks apart, he nuzzles his face between them. He's fresh from a shower, always meticulously clean which is good (now if only he could hold off on the cologne) so he doesn't mind this, it's... admittedly intimate, decidedly dirty (in a sexual sense) and just the sort of thing probably only he can do for him.
So it's why when he does this, it's as noisily as possible - he licks wet circles around the puckered muscle of his ass, sucks wet kisses against his sensitized skin. His hands snake around his waist from behind, interlacing his fingers together just above his cock and over his navel, hugging him as a few wet kisses result in obscene slurping sounds. ]