【OPEN/NSFW】☆ SHAMELESS SMUT POST

[justaways]

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☆ call somebody out???
☆ treat it like a mid-fuck meme i guess...
☆ idk be completely shameless with me.... happy holidays everyone
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you brought it up... and I'm weak vs. failsmut/comedy

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba must have a fetish for misfits to be in this sort of relationship, he only seems to attract rejects of all sorts, ranging from the reprehensible criminal type to... well, NEETs.

God, what does that make him? Aoba grinds his face a little harder into the pillows as if somehow he could bury his embarrassment alive or scrub the unhappy thought from his brain. But still. Karamatsu was his boyfriend, wasn't he supposed to take responsibility for that somehow?

His neck nearly creaks as he turns his head, looking at him through a curtain of blue hair. It's bad enough that he can see the camera at the end of the bed, but looking through the open door of the bathroom to see him in a fluffy white robe... ugh. This is like every bad porn that's ever existed. ]

...M-mm.

[ Aoba relents with that small sound of consent as he struggles with himself, then pushes his hands down onto the bed to sit up. His hair hangs down his back, giving him every appearance of a slim woman's figure until he turns around. ]

It's just -- [ He hesitates, wondering how to adequately describe what's wrong with this situation. There's so much. Too much. ]

Stockings feel weird... my legs feel so tight and dull and this garment...

[ ...Okay, he has to admit that it looks kinda nice, but it feels tight in strange places. Do girls really like wearing this stuff?? ]

I'm not sure if this type of 'roleplay' is going to help you become a famous movie star, Karamatsu-kun.

;*

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ I mean, yes, you are supposed to take responsibility for it.. but it's probably a lot more responsibility than you were imagining. Karamatsu's eyes squint slightly, taking in Aoba's image with a satisfying hum (remember, he has glasses here!) and takes a moment to fix his hair. Was the camera on? He gives it one glance to see the red light flashing and--
That's all she fucking wrote. It goes downhill from here. History.

He advances until he reaches the edge of the bed, one hand dropping to gently hold Aoba beneath his chin. Was that sweat on his brow? That was definitely sweat on his brow. Karamatsu was nervous, but he does this great thing: hiding it. ]</sub>

Fame, and things of that sort, are fragments of happiness. They are here and gone the next day-- but you and who you are.. I believe the kind of happiness you can give me will last an eternity.

Ah, yes, it is a dream to have fame.. to make it big! But I feel as if there is the chance it would not work out, going to this university here and meeting you made it well worth it, my honey.

_{[ will he shut up???? the answer is no. ]}

puts a hand over his mouth forever

[bottombitch]

[ Isn't that a lot of over-the-top dialogue? But this is... normal for Karamatsu. He should be used to it, but he doesn't think he'll ever get there. Not in a million years. There is a special sort of resignation required of Aoba in this relationship, the kind that makes Aoba question if he's a little bit masochistic to tolerate all these painful, cringe-worthy moments.

But when Aoba sees he's sweating, he thinks that he's also kind of cute. He really tries hard, doesn't he? ]

Kara-kun! D-don't...

[ Oh, there it is. This is why he likes him so much. Even though it's embarrassing and wordy, sometimes a few things emerge from the confusing mess that sound really, truly sweet. Aoba feels color bloom in his cheeks, but he can't turn his face away with his chin lifted and held like this.

He thinks it's time for him to do something, so he lifts one of those legs. He's skinny but flexible, and although the stockings dull the sensations on his skin, he hooks his toes into the loose knot of his robe and pulls it down, then leans back slightly to slip his foot up and along his chest and stomach to push the robe open. ]

I-it's embarrassing when you say those kind of things so earnestly.

[ Which is basically always. ]

he'll lick it

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ And there is the reason he likes Aoba so much. Or one of them. He could write a textbook essay about Aoba and he probably has, somewhere, stashed between both terrible poetry and cheap porn he keeps somewhere secretive. Aoba gives him positive attention— desire, even— something that he's certain he hasn't come across so genuinely in his entire life.

Maybe, just maybe, Aoba will fixate on Karamatsu's face, or even the gold chain around his neck, but certainly not what's below his waist: his half hardness cradled in a blue leopard print thong. Please, dear God, don't let your eyes wander down there just yet. ]</sub>

What sort of things? How your hair is beautiful as the vast ocean? Or your eyes are like a pair of sunflowers in the summertime?

_{[ His hand shifts to hold Aoba at the calf, preventing him from pushing his robe off completely. ]}

Or I could talk about how gorgeous your heart is instead. Heh, would you prefer that?
_{[ He slides his hand up along the inside of Aoba's leg to try and remove one of those stockings. If Aoba observes closely, again, there's a small sign of his nervousness: his ears are turning pink. ]}

GROSS!!!

[bottombitch]

[ Oh god, he's in full swing now. Once he starts, it's nearly impossible to end it without stopping up his mouth in a literal sense. Aoba tucks his chin in, blue hair curtaining over his eyes as he flushes a deeper red from the roots of his hair to almost halfway down his neck. He wants to curl into himself, disappear. He can feel that camera's presence so strongly right now, capturing every humiliating second.

Sunflower eyes... just what kind of visual image is that?!

He doesn't get to do any of that, not when his leg is seized in hand. He tips his chin back up again, his other leg lifting briefly as he attempts to counterbalance. Aoba braces himself on the bed, his leg held aloft with one hand leaves him feeling abruptly vulnerable, his mobility limited to keeping his balance. His toes curl inside the stockings reflexively when he feels that warm hand running along the inside of his leg, muscles tensing when it runs up his thigh. Oh no, that's... actually kind of turning him on, and it makes him feel foolish when something so simple does, especially those little moments when Karamatsu doesn't try so hard, does something without thinking. ]

Nn- [ Aoba starts objecting faster than he can unlock his jaw, shifting as he fights the urge to squirm under that sensation that falls just shy of ticklish as that hand travels up his leg. ]

This is cruel, Karamatsu, making me... [ Blush this much? No, even saying that out loud makes it worse. He chews on his lower lip, then stretches out his other leg, running the tip of his foot up his bare stomach and chest. He might be inflicting his own quiet brand of payback for making him blush this badly, stroking his foot up and then back down, nudging his half-hard dick tucked into that very flashy pair of underwear. ] Don't... exaggerate, it's embarrassing...

ur gros

[glitterpants]

_{[ Success, there it is. He hooks his finger around the top of the stocking, sliding it easily and slowly down along each elegant curve of his leg. What dainty little legs— Karamatsu is fond of them; he's a leg kind of guy similar to Todomatsu, but Karamatsu probably also finds feet pretty cute too. That's probably why he doesn't mind the amount of teasing his partner does with his foot. ]}

Perhaps, then, you shouldn't get so embarrassed so—
_{[ There's sudden pressure where he rubs against his groin, causing Karamatsu to hitch his breath and freezes, pushing the breath out through his words: ]}

So easily!
<sub>[ The stocking is off and Karamatsu dips down to kiss along the inside of his leg— delicately and carefully, as if he were handling porcelain, something very breakable.

It was all very disgusting.

He recoils back up, parting his lips to speak again, no. ]</sub>

Ah, but I cannot blame you, being in such a radiant presence that I give. It must make you very warm, hah? To know I will do my best to make you feel safe, secure, and satisfied.
_{[ Just when you think it won't get any worse, he removes his robe with a simple movement: merely rolling both of his shoulders backwards and pushing his shoulder blades together. ]}

omg get this garbage out of my inbox

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba has found a temporary cure for that feverish blush, and that is the victorious feeling that blooms in his chest when he startles his roommate. He looks momentarily pleased with himself, feeling like he's scored one point in his favor as retaliation for all those feelings Karamatsu was evoking and overloading him with compliments.

That victory is short lived, and seems to do little at all to dissuade Karamatsu from removing one stocking at a slow (and admittedly kind of sexy) pace. The stockings were a little tight on his legs, so when they're peeled off, Aoba gives a light sigh as the cool air hits his skin. Weirdly, they also seemed to make his legs look pretty nice, something he'd noticed only while he was running his foot against him. ]

Nn- ah... haah...?

[ That's... really sweet, just the sort of thing that would sicken Other Aoba, but has the opposite effect on him - stunned at first, his brows lifting as sweeter sounds escape his lips, breathless sighs of heightening arousal. He's being so gentle, so tender, it's fills Aoba with a growing impatience. He shifts restlessly on the bed, his foot bracing against Karamatsu's hip, each kiss is tortuously slow until --

Until he ruins it. Stands there with the robe pooling at his feet, that ridiculously shiny gold chain and... what appears to be a flashy banana hammock. Aoba stares at him, red-faced at the sound he just made and a little mad that Karamatsu stopped. So he lifts the other leg from where it rested on his hip and presses the stocking'd tip right over his mouth. ]

...Less talking, more making out. [ Please, as if he'd stop. Hopefully he won't stop, Aoba is just like this. ]

puts the garbage back in ur inbox

[glitterpants]

_{[ If there is one thing that gets his blood pumping beneath his skin, it's the want— the verbal commands and being told what to do. Karamatsu loves doing things for people, which makes his personality a little more tolerable if people will give him a chance to show it. He catches Aoba right at the ankle, pressing the rounds of his thumbs against his foot; a brief massage as he looks down at him. ]}

Oh? Is that eagerness filling to the very brim? Like a goblet filled with wine, I will pour your glass--

_{[ He shifts, pressing along Aoba's leg as he leans over, baring into Aoba. His mouth goes straight for the top of the stocking at the thigh, teeth nipping against both the fabric and the surface of his partner's skin. He glances up at him. ]}

--And make it overflow.
_{[ Then he'll try to remove the stocking. You know, with his teeth. ]}

fdhsjkgdl THAT ICON

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba stills when the other leg is held aloft as well and color blooms a little more in his cheeks. This is kind of lewd, having not just one but both legs in the air, but he drops the other when Karamatsu releases it to capture that one foot in his hands. His hands are warm, so it's kind of ni--

A jolt shivers up his spine and makes his shoulders twinge when he presses those thumbs into the softer arch of his foot and along some other points - the outer edge and a part of his heel in particular are sensitive. He, who has never had a foot massage in the 23 years of his life, has no idea what to expect. But it seems to hurt and feel good and tickle all at once and his body doesn't know how to respond to that (thankfully brief) stimulation. ]

W-wait, not th--fffahaha! [ Aoba spasms slightly as a giggle erupts out of him. It makes his next round of scolding objections sound amused and jovial. He feels a blast of hot air high on his thigh and sucks in a quick breath through his teeth, still clenched tight in a nervous smile. He's... trying to remove it with his teeth, catching his skin in light nips that makes the breath catch in his chest.

Aoba doesn't know how to deal with Karamatsu when he does sexy things while saying such extra lines. ]

The things you say!

[ Bearing his weight on one arm, he stretches out his other hand and ruffles through Karamatsu's hair, playing with it. With him so close, Aoba lifts his other bare leg and runs it along the side of his body, then drapes it over his shoulder. Maybe it's because even Aoba knows there's no way he can sound more embarrassing than Karamatsu can, that crown is practically made for his head, but somehow it seems a little easier to say those things he thinks about but is too shy to give them voice. Nevertheless he does, his voice softens to a near whisper, gripped with hesitation. ]

But I guess - after even all that... you're... kind of good with... your mouth.

they're about to get lewd

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ Seeing Aoba laugh makes him smile; a genuine, warm smile and not something so fake and put-on like a lot of his arrogant looking smirks. He's got his shitty points in his personality, but one thing he does like to see is other people happy.. especially if he has played a part in it.

The fabric from the stocking slides slowly and steadily along his partner's leg, his hair slipping out of Aoba's fingers as he moves it past his knee in success. He does sputter to the side, having a stray piece of fluff from the stocking catch in his tongue.

Aoba's words cause him to swallow thickly, his cheeks tinting. ]</sub>

Y-Yes, well. I suppose I have no other choice than to bestow upon you my sweet kisses, my beloved. I could begin from the edges of your fingers, like here, _{[ he'll bring Aoba's fingers to his lips ]} and make sure every inch of you has its own attention because--

Every inch of you deserves just that.
_{[ Wasn't he aiming for raunchy porno for this video? Why is this B romance movie rated now?
Nonetheless, he shifts, sliding on the bed, in between Aoba's legs, meshing their arousal together.
His body feels immensely warm, but oddly enough, his hands are a little colder than the rest of his body. He cups the back of Aoba's head, looking down at him. ]}

Is that what you want?

#saveaoba, also every time he says something in italics I hc he's speaking engrish

[bottombitch]

[ Okay, so pulling off clothes with one's teeth is rapidly becoming the turn-on Aoba never quite expected. It's just the right kind of playful, particularly when Karamatsu seems catch onto the material in just such a way that he's forced to spit the stuff out. It puts Aoba a little more at ease, and for that he's at least a little grateful. ]

S-stop... ahaha! [ Aoba's objections ride on a light, bashful laugh that is a little breathless, particularly after he kisses his fingers. That gesture is sweet, but almost saccharine sweet and he's not sure if he'll ever get used to being doted on quite like this. But... Aoba's taken a look at the kind of adult films guys usually liked and they're rarely this... romantic. But let's face it, even for a chick flick this is over the top. ]

When you say that... nnh!

[ The hand at the back of his head makes his hair tingle, the strange nerve endings that creep past follicles to the very tips of every blue strand have sensation of their own, and even the gentlest touch makes him tense. As Karamatsu joins him on the bed, his arm can't support both of their combined weights so it wobbles and then slips out from under him. He exhales sharply, but the hand at the back of his head keeps him from hitting the bed too hard. ]

...

[ He's careful how he moves his head now, not wanting to accidentally snag his hair on something as he gives a slight bob of his head, nodding. As usual, getting Aoba to articulate clearly what he wants is a challenge - he shies away, clams up even at the sound of his own voice echoing off the walls.

He deflects instead of answering him directly, his hand slipping out of Karamatsu's cool hand and shooting under the pillow, sliding his phone out from under it and closer at hand -- he'll put this to use later. He then pulls at the blanket, one of the legs on either side of Karamatsu kicking out as a brief counterbalance before he sweeps the end of it over both of their bodies and heads both. It's a light colored comforter, so the light filters right through it.

...Just what is Aoba doing? ]

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ He's a bit surprised by Aoba's sudden movements. A sharp exhale is heard as they topple on the mattress and before he knows it he's covered in a blanket. Well, goodness, this goes against the entire point he wanted. He resists slightly by placing his hands on either side of Aoba and pushing off of him, hovering over his body.

He can't get mad at Aoba for it, but he's certainly going to tease. ]</sub>

A..ah, you're wanting to cheat by having our bodies covered now, are you?

[bottombitch]

[ He should have known this wouldn't have gone over well. He'd had his heart set on this being recorded, so even with the camera on his phone near at hand, it seems like a poor replacement. But as Karamatsu lifts up above him, blanketed with the evenly filtered light bleeding through the pale fabric, he can't help but feel a sort of admiration for the casual intimacy of that image. The two of them alone in their makeshift tent. Aoba swallows hard.

Ugh, how sappy. Karamatsu must be rubbing off on him something fierce. ]

...!!

[ He's been caught. And here he'd been ready to claim that his motives were purely altruistic, but when faced with even a gentle accusation, Aoba's face floods with a sudden blush. His hands slip off his shoulders and drop beside his head next to his blue hair. He holds his breath and lays there, watching him and reluctant to speak.

His hazel eyes dart to the side, then back up again. His lips part, tighten around the words that refuse to come out and then he fidgets beneath him, his legs shifting. ]

It's just... your hands were cold... [ And he's a little embarrassed. The lame excuse he makes doesn't help, only heightens that sensation. ]

[glitterpants]

_{[ Fortunately enough, Karamatsu is about as dumb as he acts, so when Aoba so innocently makes the lame excuse, he believes him like the gullible person he is. ]}

Oh..
<sub>[ His voice is soft as his dark eyes bounce to his hands pressing into the mattress— he supposes they are pretty cold. He doesn't exactly like that part about him, so the fact that Aoba points it out makes him feel insecure.

Thankfully, he plays it off and feels his lips twist upward in a devious grin. ]</sub>

Perhaps you should warm them— and the rest of me, then. Heh.

[bottombitch]

[ Ah, he's making this is responsibility, is he? ]

How... do you --

[ Aoba's mind reels, thinking of how. There's blowing air through his hands cupped around Karamatsu's, hot air pooling into the well it creates. But that's hardly sexy, right? It's just... a thing parents of brothers do to help those younger than them to warm up. It's pretty innocent.

Aoba looks down at what he's wearing - a lacy babydoll top and panties that make him look more feminine than he would have in those sky blue trunks he favors. This is pastel pink and hardly something warming. It's snug at the top but opens up at the front just below his sternum, revealing the skinny torso beneath. Just how is he supposed to warm him?

It occurs to him what he should do, and he struggles with it. He lifts up from the bed, getting up close enough to bump his nose against his and brush it against his in a brief (and red-faced) show of fondness, complete with a brush of his lips against his before he pushes off the blanket from around them and puts his hands on his shoulders. ]

Y-you'd better not save these recordings, Kara-kun.

[ He tries to switch their positions, pushing Karamatsu onto his back against the bed as he clambers over his prone figure instead. He can't very well warm him up if he leaves this entirely up to him, can he? Furthermore the position left them little in the way of warming those hands of his if he has to use them to keep himself upright, so as Aoba throws a leg over his body and straddles him, he guides his hands up beneath the sheer layers of the negligee top he's wearing, running his hands up his skinny torso. ]

...I'll really make you regret it if you try to go back on your word!

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ Whoa! Aoba can be really.. assertive like this? Karamatsu is impressed since he gets so flustered so easily and doesn't do much to conceal that fact (Karamatsu, on the other hand, hates showing people he's embarrassed.) His grin his crooked once he's misplaced and on his back now, feeling goosebumps creep to the surface of his skin— it's almost as if he is having trouble keeping up his smooth guy façade. This wasn't how this was supposed to go! Karamatsu was supposed to lead for the camera to see, but--?

As of now, Karamatsu is too curious to protest, so he tries to speak soothingly. It's a pity his voice cracks at first: ]</sub>

W—What are you doing, mon cher? Aaah, is this what you have in mind to make us warmer?
_{[ Cause it's working. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba can get wound up like anyone else, arguably a little easier when you know the right buttons to push... enough to lay hold onto the proverbial reigns and pull - be it through the power of annoyances or frustration, both in this case.

The stare of that camera's lens aimed at them on the bed is something he can't ignore, and Aoba nearly squirms under it's scrutiny. He's always aware of it, there... right in the corner of his eye, feeling it bore into him until he just can't stand to have it in his sight, overwhelming his own embarrassment at being this forward. Aoba, despite all his protests, is surprisingly into a lot of things... even if he'll flatly or heatedly deny it. He has a thirst and that only seems to feed into his insecurity.

It's like he's some pathetic slave to his own urges. Indecent, shameful. That's what brings Aoba to tuck his chin tighter to his chest as he feels the stare of the camera at his back this time, his face flushing red as he finds himself sitting on Karamatsu with his own sex bumping up against that painfully loud thong he's wearing.

Biting his lower lip, he doesn't know how to answer that. Already feeling his own temperature rise as shame floods through him. He bends down, pressing his forehead against his chest. ]

I... don't know what that means. Is that... another language?

[ Aoba hands, pressed into the sheets on either side of him, slowly starts to wind around his waist, tucking one under Karamatsu as the other merely rests on his side, unsure of what to do. He's not used to being in this kind of position of control, so he freezes almost instantly. Fixating on the foreign words, however, gives him enough of a distraction to push through his fluster enough to tilt his head slightly to the side, peeking out at him through his bangs. He's... supposed to do something, if he's going to take charge, right?

His lips part, exhaling a nervous breath as he tongues his tongue to Karamatsu's nipple, squeezing his eyes shut because it's just too much to watch him while he does something like this. ]

[glitterpants]

Heh, of course it is another language. Not only do I speak English, I know French too. You should know that by now--
_{[ By "speak" French, he knows a few phrases, but those are minor details, right? His rest rattles with some laughter, pleased at the warmth his partner is giving, but it comes to a sudden stop when he feels the sensation of Aoba's tongue swirling against the dusk colored nub crowned on his chest. He hitches his breath and releases a soft— but embarrassing— sound. He instinctively shoves his hand through Aoba's fringe, holding on his hair with light pressure. He peers at him, curious. ]}

O-oi, you're wanting to take lead this time?
_{[ Such confidence. He's impressed! ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba mumbles against his skin, appreciating the distraction but there's no way Karamatsu would let him off that easily - he predictably returns his attention back on Aoba's sudden decision to assert himself. ]

All those foreign words kinda jumble together sometimes, I don't know how you remember all that stuff.

[ Aoba tenses at the touch. Even this light pressure he's using to push back his hair sends a tight, tingling sensation through him as those blue strands receive signals as sensitively as any nerve ending can. It shivers down his spine enough to make his body quake briefly, his jaw tightening as he exhales softly, but tense. ]

N-no, I just - [ Defensively, Aoba's first instinct is to deny it. Has to mentally tell himself this is fine, nothing they haven't done before. Well, the camera is new. But he's pretending it's not there. So here he'll be, trying valiantly to come across instead as teasing. The fact that he's red from his hairline to the tips of his ears and halfway down his chest somewhat ruins the effect. He resists the urge to flinch back at the hand in his hair but he endures it. So long as he doesn't grip it too tightly or pull... it should be fine. ]

It's not as much fun if you're doing everything... and besides. [ All that muttering close to his skin heats him with every hitched breath so Aoba tastes him with his tongue again with delicate, kittenish licks. ] Are you feeling warmer? I won't feel like I've done this properly until you're hot.

[ GOD. Even that was embarrassing, but it thrilled him a little just getting it out. Granted, in that small and haltering way he does, mumbling as if unused to vocalizing in such a manner, but since Karamatsu seemed to enjoy it...

Squeezing his eyes shut, he pulls the nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, his knees drawing in on Karamatsu's sides as he braces himself. ]

[glitterpants]

_{[ Aoba probably already knows that Karamatsu's chest is especially sensitive; a few rubs and brushes can easily rouse him, and the stiffness between his legs has only increased by his lover's movements and actions. Sweat begins to finally surface and trickle along his hairline; his body already feels warm. Those hands that were cold earlier are damp, and he can only squeeze Aoba's hand when he takes in his nipple, feeling it slide through Aoba's soft lips and engulfed. His breath is rapid, a shuttering groan vibrating in his chest. ]}

Ha-haaaa.. wait a second, are you.. certain you're wanting to take the lead? It's nice to follow me instead, isn't it? Heh--
_{[ Thoughtfully, he looks down at Aoba with half lidded eyes, voice soft: ]}

You know what you're doing, though.. what you're doing for me and--
_{[ He thought he would never experience this.
A crooked smile appears: ]}

My honey, are you going to be a star tonight?
_{[ sssttttooop. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Thank god, he hasn't pulled his hair or tightened his grip. It would have been bad if he had, but instead he feels the tingling pressure remain constant and that's... fine. ]

Mm... haah...

[ His cheeks are burning, he can feel it even when Karamatsu releases his breath in a sigh, trying to object but he knows he can't - this is his weak point, and Aoba's being shameful enough to use it. It makes him all the more embarrassed, but whenever he hears that sound from his roommate, it feels like a reward. He feels foolish but that inspires him to be more playful. His compliments underscore his talents in ways that heighten his humiliation, but he is so deadset on turning the tables that he leans over some dizzying edge toward more bolder moves.

Aoba gently grips his raised nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue a moment before answering him - without releasing him. He speaks around his teeth, sacrificing articulation, but his meaning likely isn't lost. ]

Mmh, -oney? -Oes it eel good?

[ The corner of his mouth curls up as he smiles widely around his teeth. The look in his hazel eyes is quite obviously mischievous. ]

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ Karamatsu doesn't think he can ever remember a time that Aoba has taken the lead so strongly. Granted, they probably haven't had as much time and privacy as they would like to explore each other further. Maybe this was the start of something new— Karamatsu was absolutely for change in this regard. In fact, he was just beginning to wonder just how serious they were and what the next step to take was.

Anyway, he likes this. Problem is, he doesn't want to admit he likes it.

He's too sensitive there as it is— it's a little rough at first, but he can already feel how warm his body is growing, and how moist his skin is feeling from sweat. Karamatsu starts to get noisy, so he covers his mouth with both of his hands, He doesn't want to make too much noise because that just doesn't sound cool because its a sign of losing control. He clenches his thighs together, pressing them against Aoba's body and whining. He parts his fingers to speak through them. ]</sub>

Y-You're asking that now?! O-oi, you should use your mouth other places too.
_{[ Wonder what he's getting at.. okay, it sounds a lot dirtier than he means, but he really just wants to kiss your mouth right now! ]}

[bottombitch]

[ All those responses are doing an amazing job of alleviating Aoba's own self-consciousness. He's having a little fun with it too, especially as his body sways from on top of him when Karamatsu's body tightens up, his thighs lifting against him. He's always been so sensitive here, so this is absolutely cheating.

He is purposefully slow in unhinging his jaw, and makes sure there's just a little pressure as he pulls away, his teeth scraping gently. He presses his thumb into the sting it leaves behind, rubbing it. ]

Isn't it awful when someone tries to get you to say something lewd?

[ Aoba's voice is low, but there's a slight sing-song quality near the end -
he's teasing him, but softens it by applying kisses to his chest between words, tasting the other nipple with a single lick that's insufficient attention compared to the other. He wants him to use his mouth in other places, so in other places it will go.

Knowing Karamatsu, he probably doesn't mean for it in that way. He says a lot of really embarrassing things, generally heavy-handed with the romantic gestures and Naturally, Aoba will just take that to mean he's asking for more. But he's emboldened by the keening he makes, whining through the pleasure. It's disgraceful, surely the sort of thing that would leave him embarrassed for days after - and more importantly, so unlike that image of cool he wants to embody day in and out that he feels certain Karamatsu wouldn't want any record of this video to exist on this world.

Aoba kisses down his stomach, letting his blunted nails drag down in his wake as he slides further down his body. ]

But you just blurted something even worse... didn't you?

[glitterpants]

A-ah!
_{[ That's all he can respond to Aoba's question when his newly placed mark is rubbed and teased like that. Again, his knuckles curve over his mouth, pressing tight against his hot face. Aoba may have a hard time kissing his chest consistently as its rising and falling rather rapidly at this point. His body rattles, shivering when those nails drag over the surface of his skin, but then suddenly, he realizes how south Aoba is going. Hold on.. ]}

Wait a moment, wait a moment!
_{[ He slaps one of his hands on the mattress in defiance and rolls his body up, sitting up and looking at Aoba with wide eyes. ]}

That isn't what I meant! Where are you going with your mouth?
_{[ All of that flowery language? Out the window. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba nearly loses his balance with all the agitation his partner expression, backing his way down his body on hands and knees as he kissed him was starting to become a challenge especially as he sacrificed stability in favor of stimulation as he used those hands not for balance but to scratch.

When Karamatsu lifts up to stop him, Aoba lifts up his head and blinks up at him. ]

Aah? Karamatsu-kun's true voice came out.

[ He draws closer to his face, slinking up to him on hands and knees - one hand slipping over his knee while the other presses into the mattress, brushing alongside the one that slapped it a moment ago. He leans in and, since Karamatsu is now close enough to kiss, he reaches up to touch his bottom lip with his thumb. It's supposed to settle him, derail his sudden outrage with a tender touch, followed by a soft kiss as a reward. ]

Where's my mouth going... hmm.

[ When Aoba pulls away from the kiss, it's only so far as to allow speech and to watch his face closely. ]

...Where would you like it to go?