[ Aoba may have a spotty record when it comes to sexual experience, but his thirst - however he may try to hide it - is... impressive. When he sets out to do something, only his own insecurity in equal measure stands a chance at dissuading him... and even then...
You can see for yourself that despite all the fluster and denial, Aoba is the one who has his friend hoisted up to his mouth, circling his asshole with his tongue and soaking it with saliva, pressing hot, sucking kisses against his sensitive skin. He's loosening him up with what he thinks he'd enjoy - softening his tongue as he flattens it against him in long, languid licks, or teasing it with a pointed tip, or sliding the silky underside of his tongue over it for a different (and hotter) sensation.
It's when Karamatsu compliments him that he finally pulls back, flushed and grateful that he can't see his face from this angle, nor the way he happily he looks at the results of his work - skin flushed pink and muscles loosening at his coaxing. His interlaced fingers relax their grip when he feels his roommate isn't in danger of falling over, one hand splaying out over his taut stomach as he strains to stay upright, the other stroking up past his hip and thigh. ]
Haah... I knew it. You're flushed all over. [ And his real voice came out again! ] This is just what you wanted to ask for, wasn't it?
[ His mouth curves into a slight and breathless smile. It's easier, knowing Karamatsu can't see his pleased expression, flushed with exertion and arousal. He slides his palm around his backside and grips his skin to watch as his asshole stretches, it's a little more relaxed now, but stimulated.
He teases his thumb into the dark heat of his body, dips his head in to flick his tongue against the stretched rim of his ass as his thumb squirms a little deeper inside him. ]
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You can see for yourself that despite all the fluster and denial, Aoba is the one who has his friend hoisted up to his mouth, circling his asshole with his tongue and soaking it with saliva, pressing hot, sucking kisses against his sensitive skin. He's loosening him up with what he thinks he'd enjoy - softening his tongue as he flattens it against him in long, languid licks, or teasing it with a pointed tip, or sliding the silky underside of his tongue over it for a different (and hotter) sensation.
It's when Karamatsu compliments him that he finally pulls back, flushed and grateful that he can't see his face from this angle, nor the way he happily he looks at the results of his work - skin flushed pink and muscles loosening at his coaxing. His interlaced fingers relax their grip when he feels his roommate isn't in danger of falling over, one hand splaying out over his taut stomach as he strains to stay upright, the other stroking up past his hip and thigh. ]
Haah... I knew it. You're flushed all over. [ And his real voice came out again! ] This is just what you wanted to ask for, wasn't it?
[ His mouth curves into a slight and breathless smile. It's easier, knowing Karamatsu can't see his pleased expression, flushed with exertion and arousal. He slides his palm around his backside and grips his skin to watch as his asshole stretches, it's a little more relaxed now, but stimulated.
He teases his thumb into the dark heat of his body, dips his head in to flick his tongue against the stretched rim of his ass as his thumb squirms a little deeper inside him. ]