[ The more Aoba speaks, the more Karamatsu can feel his flush resurfacing over his skin, a tingling sensation still lingering over his body. Each touch seems so sensitive, still. He feels good— for multiple reasons. Not only was what he received satisfying, but Aoba's company and friendly words are almost overwhelming.
He makes a strained sound when he calls him shy, honestly disliking that about himself. ]
I would like to make you feel the same way that I do. To feel happy, to feel safe, to feel content, to feel satisfied, to feel loved. Ah.. [ He cradles Aoba's face with his hand. ]
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He makes a strained sound when he calls him shy, honestly disliking that about himself. ]
I would like to make you feel the same way that I do. To feel happy, to feel safe, to feel content, to feel satisfied, to feel loved. Ah..
[ He cradles Aoba's face with his hand. ]
How can I do that for you?