【OPEN/NSFW】☆ SHAMELESS SMUT POST

[justaways]

☆ click a pic and get kinks.. looks like u only have three choices.. choose... wisely..
☆ call somebody out???
☆ treat it like a mid-fuck meme i guess...
☆ idk be completely shameless with me.... happy holidays everyone
☆ if somebody isn't here that you want for some reason let me know.... i can probably throw them out here

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[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?

[glitterpants]

_{[ Almost instantly, like a light switch, Karamatsu's eyes bounce to the camera that is recording them and he swallows hard,a small noise emitting through his lips. He then clears his throat and looks at Aoba once he is closer to him, pressing a kiss on his lips. His voice is more soft and sweet, you know, put on, and he tries to force a charming smile on his face. ]}

Ahem.. ah.. w-well, I see. You're getting.. quit out of hand. T'heh. Like a wild rose, you do not know when it could prick you! Don't think.. just because you are taking lead that you are taking control either!
_{[ wow, such protesting! He curves his legs tighter around Aoba and slides his arms around his neck and along his back, curving in close and against his ear. ]}

Kiss me.. on the lips! That is where I want it to go.
_{[ for now. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ It's funny how Karamatsu can change gears like that. Funny and... a little disruptive, although Aoba has known him for enough time to realize this is a thing. He should be able to navigate his mood swings a lot better. ]

Pfhaha - Mm... mmh ♥

[ Aoba finds himself laughing in the wake of that speech and that kiss, he doesn't think of himself as prickly as anything thorny but... he's shy. That much is true. For him to suddenly call attention to his boldness, taking the lead... that stops him nearly dead in his tracks.

He falls over him, feeling Karamatsu's arms sliding over his shoulders and down his back, his thighs tightening around his hips as he locks his legs around him. It's all hot, really hot. Especially when Karamatsu demands his mouth be used in more chaste ways than he imagined initially.

Aoba's mouth seals over his, deepening the kiss only by parting his lips and slipping his tongue over his lips. ]

Kara-kun's true voice is a lot hotter than I imagined it to be... in this instance.

[glitterpants]

_{[ He appreciates the kissing— the way their lips mesh together warmly, their tongues sliding against one another, seeming to fight for dominance for a moment. Karamatsu isn't really quiet through any of this; he never has been, but he certainly makes an effort to try. At the comment, he pulls back enough to look at Aoba with half lidded eyes, his breath rapid. ]}

Everything about me is hotter in this instance.
_{[ His confidence is fragile— on the verge of breaking, and Aoba can maybe hear it in his shuttering voice.
But the look on his face says otherwise. ]}

[bottombitch]

I wouldn't say everything...

[ Breathless laughs interrupt the soft pecks at his lips, until finally he settles, running his hands along his skin in absent, affectionate strokes. He's forgotten about the camera for now, instead focusing on his friend and roommate. Maybe more, too, but that diverges into dangerous territory, that elephant in the room that neither of them are willing to talk about.

Aoba would love nothing more than to slap a label on it, but there are moments when he hesitates. Moments like this, when his fingers catch the gold chain necklace, the links just a bit too thick to be fashionable and too gaudy to be truly genuine. A cheap fake, clearly. ]

It's so loud... even...

Even this...

[ That friendly, breathless expression softens into something more lustful and curious, his other hand plucking at the patterned thong that Karamatsu wears, his fingers rounding over the curve of his backside to tuck his fingers beneath the fabric, pulling it free from the cleft of his ass. ]

You removed my stockings with your teeth, didn't you Kara-kun?

Should I return the favor?

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ He's still having a hard time letting Aoba take so much control, but apart of him is awfully curious, so he's complying easily. After all, he wants to make Aoba happy! And if this how he wants to do it, so be it.
His chest rumbles when Aoba plays with his undergarment, enjoying the handsy attention on his ass. It's one of the only attractive physical traits about him, and Karamatsu is a little oblivious just how nice his ass is, believe it or not.

He instantly knows what Aoba implies, so he thinks— his mind is going all sorts of places, but then: ]</sub>

Ah! I just got out of the shower, you know.. I am not wearing stockings!
_{[ that's not.. what he meant.. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ It should go without saying, obviously. Aoba stares at him for a while, his expression deadening. ]

You really are dense sometimes, Kara-kun.

[ But despite the irritation that mars the contented expression he had on a moment ago, he continues by first nosing the chain at his neck - nosing his neck too, murmuring with hot breath against his skin as he rebukes him, but not unkindly. It hovers between a tease and a lecture but too intimate to be one or the other. ]

This gold chain... are you some kind of rapper or something? And this thong...

[ He snaps it, letting the stretchy material spring back to strike a faint line on his cheek when he lets it strike him. At this he draws up again as he palms down one cheek, gripping it. He feels a small thrill - but it's hard not to want to back away from it. He's not the best at taking control, is a little too self-conscious, but for some reason Karamatsu's trepidation seems to bolster him to continue even when his voice quakes with nerves.

That and, well. Karamatsu actually has a very nice ass. It's surprising, really. The rest of him is just so... not movie material? And yet the universe conspired to give this man the kind of derriere that celebrities have to pay a lot for.

It's an ass worth kissing up to, so Aoba decides to spell this out for him more plainly in the hopes he gets what he's suggesting. And in case he needs further encouragement, Aoba fondles up the front of said embarrassingly loud underwear, his fingers curving over his balls and dick beneath the fabric, cradling both for a moment as he palms up his front, then slides his hand up towards his navel. ]

I want to get rid of it, don't you?

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ Aoba is getting really bold, isn't he? The snap of the thong definitely earns a twitch to make his spine and shoulders shift. He feels a rush of heat to his cheeks as Aoba continues to get handsy, giving him light affection over the front of his body. The thong is definitely damp from pre-cum and sweat already, so he's a little embarrassed when Aoba touches him there without much warning. It really takes nothing for him to feel so much arousal— his dick is definitely stiff and hard when Aoba fondles him.

He releases a slight but pleading whine when Aoba's hands rub up towards his navel, not exactly wanting that pressure to leave where it was at just yet. ]</sub>

A-ah, more than you probably realize!
_{[ He would offer to take it off, but he's wondering what Aoba will do next.
Slowly, he puts the back of his palm to his temple, resting it there and over his bold eyebrows. His voice is dramatic, but he sounds slightly hoarse. ]}

Oh, I yearn for freedom out of this sequin prison around my body! Surely, then, you will release me from it, hah?
_{[ Must he be like this right now? ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba's hand swiftly slides up the rest of the way up his stomach and chest to cover Karamatsu's mouth. That's enough out of you. ]

Heeh... maybe it's safer to keep you locked up for now.

[ This is too embarrassing. Maybe he should just shut him up with more kissing... but really, the thong is so painful to look at. He just wants to avert his eyes every time and -- ]

Mn? Are you already this excited?

[ They've been fooling around but it's hardly been much in the way of direct stimulation. Aoba feels a mischievous sensation running through him again, although he does his best to hide it. He fails, smirking in spite of his earlier annoyance. The finger that snapped the thong now nudges at the dick that strains (and stains) the front of the offending garment, rocking it one way and the other, even drawing it back so it springs up again.

And yes, his other hand is still covering his lips lightly with his fingers. It won't take much effort to remove them. His expression turns impish. ]

I'd bet you'd come without me even touching you directly... Kara-kun?

[glitterpants]

_{[ When did Aoba get so hot!? Seriously!? None of this is what Karamatsu had in mind for their evening— none of it whatsoever. He can't protest too hard since he's feeling so good no matter how embarrassing it might be. It's the worst when he can't look at Aoba straight in the eyes— when he can talk with confidence and when he doesn't stutter over his words. He moans against Aoba's fingertips when he's teased, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he opens them slowly, adverting his gaze. ]}

Ah, don't say things like that..
_{[ His voice is so small. It's really a different side of Karamatsu. Usually he is the one embarrassing other people! ]}

Actions speak louder than words anyway.
_{[ Better get to it, Aoba. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ 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. ]

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ He's not sure what he expects next, but it isn't to be hoisted so high in the air, all over his bits on display for the camera. It was supposed to be the other way around— something Karamatsu can watch later and please himself with but done the way just the way he wanted to.
Though, the more he thinks about this in his foggy mind, maybe this would help him get off even better as much as he doesn't want to admit it.
Those soft lips on his thigh are doing wonders, his prick giving an eager twitch the closer Aoba mouths near his arousal.

He makes a noise of surprise, his toes scrunching together before he swallows nothing, his mouth dry. ]</sub>

O-oi, Aoba-kun, your mouth--
_{[ He hums lowly, his fingers pressing into the sheets. ]}

Where is your mouth trying to go again!? Aaaa-hah, are you actually going to--
_{[ Eat his ass? Cause if so, they're both on the same page of thinking.
He's never had anyone ever do that to him before. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ 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. ]