【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]

[ 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. ]

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ Bottoms up, literally, and Karamatsu feels himself folding up as Aoba ventures further to new places with his mouth. He can't believe that his partner went this far-- it's something they've never done before and it's something he's never experienced before. He's beginning to feel regret about putting the camera into the mix, but not about to be someone who eliminates the evidence.

Not yet, but Aoba may get him to that point of embarrassment. ]</sub>

Uuuwah! Ah!
_{[ It feels so strange! He's never had this sensation before, and it causes his body to quake, fingers gripping tightly against the sheets beneath him. He gasps as Aoba continues, feeling every little bump across the flat of Aoba's tongue over his entrance. How was his ass even that sensitive? He doesn't know. What he does know is the pressure between his thighs is building up already. It's so embarrassing he doesn't want to release so soon! His heart is racing, pumping blood throughout his entire body-- Aoba could probably really feel the sweat surfacing on his skin about now too. ]}

Ah! You are so good!
_{[ He finally praises, unable to have the gumption to give Aoba any poetry right now. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ 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. ]

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ He's lost track of time— how long they've been doing this. It hasn't been for long, but his mind is focused on the sensation that floods over his body, leaving his mind numb. Aoba is talking, and every little cradling touch he makes seems amplified over his skin— into something more.

Just hold out a little longer. It's too soon.

Then, Aoba goes and does that and his body trembles, a loud noise of surprise escaping from his lips. What is he doing down there!? It's incredible! Nothing he has ever experienced before. Within just seconds of Aoba using both his thumb and tongue, Karamatsu feels all of his pressure release with another rattled cry, but no given warning, surprisingly enough. With just several hot spurts, he lets loose a big trail of cum across his chest and face, groaning lowly as the temperature of his release cools almost instantly over his body. For somebody as flashy as him, Aoba has left him speechless without anything to say.. which is probably better in this case. All he wants to do is embrace what he's feeling, his body quivering slightly and chest rising and falling rapidly.

It's almost shy the way he came. ]</sub>

[bottombitch]

[ Now that was unexpected. Here he is, enjoying the tension and small jerks in Karamatsu's body as he strains, the sounds he makes as if overwhelmed and it turns out none of that is for show. He truly was overwhelmed and as a result, lost control. ]

Mm?!

[ Aoba clings to Karamatsu's body as he tenses, then shakes. It occurs to him that he might be reaching his climax but his hands are nowhere near his dick and he isn't touching anywhere really good yet. But then he hears him shout and it's at that point Aoba knows his body just fired off without warning, judging from the exhausted tremble and sudden bonelessness his friend exhibits soon after, like a rubber band was snapped.

Aoba peeks out from between his legs, his hands gripping the backs of his knees. ]

Uwaaah? You came so suddenly! [ Visual confirmed. We have jizz, gentlemen. And... Aoba has to be a little impressed with the results - Long, wet stripes of white are clinging to his skin, even the gold chain around his neck and...

Oh. Oh wow. ]

...You're so sensitive, Kara-kun. Can you really be satisfied with just that? I'm surprised.

[ Aoba grins as he lowers his body onto the bed, sitting between his legs and letting his hands slide up and down his legs as he speaks. He's not even warning him about how much of a mess he's made. Even when he leans a little forward once he's sure Karamatsu's had enough time to catch his breath, reaching out to take his hands. ]

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ If there was one way to humiliate Karamatsu, this is it. He was expecting Aoba was pampering him for awhile to prepare for something else, and the fact he wasn't able to last that long makes his already red cheeks flush, matching the rosy color that has spread to his neck and chest. He couldn't help it. It felt so good— he never thought anyone would ever want to do anything like that to him, and yet, his dorm mate did it for him without him even asking.

His dorm mate that he harbored feelings for.

A lingering wave of pleasure circuits through his body when Aoba grabs his hands, still regaining his breathing to a normal rhythm. His hands withdraw almost instantly and surface over his face, hiding his expression. ]</sub>

You are.. too smooth for me!
_{[ Yeah, he spoke part of that in English. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba had intended on holding his hands as he recovered, so when they immediately slip out of their gentle grip, he's left blinking with his empty hands hovering above his roommate. ]

Smooth?

[ He says it slowly, working the unfamiliar sound over his tongue. Aoba's pronunciation needs work, it comes out sounding more like 'Sumoozu'. ]

...Oh, hang on. Let me get you a towel.

[ Slipping off the edge of the bed, he peels off the top half of his negligee, tossing it aside as he disappears into the bathroom. There is briefly a sound of water running and the squeak of a faucet being turned off before he reappears, this time in a light blue robe. If he still finds his roommate where he left him - with hands covering his face, Aoba slides back onto the bed and scoots up next to him. ]

Come on, don't hide your face. Let me wash you off while this towel is still warm.

[ Sliding his arm under his neck, Aoba touches the damp washcloth he wrung out under hot water to the back of his hand. ]

What does it mean? 'Smooth'?

[glitterpants]

_{[ ... yeah, Aoba isn't the best with English. Karamatsu doesn't remove his hands until Aoba moves right next to him, still flustered about this entire thing. Ugh, and it got caught on camera too— not what he was expecting when he wanted everything recorded!
His hands slowly pry away from his face but he can't look Aoba dead in the eyes just yet. ]}

Smooth is... _{[ he could explain it, but instead-- ]}
Ah! Smooth is me, but you're even better than me!
_{[ Finally, there's a smile.
Also he explains absolutely nothing. Nice. ]}

[bottombitch]

[ He's awful. He's one of those types who uses snatches of English words to the point of inappropriateness, until it's barely recognizable. He really, really needs practice. It's one of the reasons why he turns to his native-speaking flatmate for answers most of the time.

And here, he's turning to him again, although it's while he's wiping his own emissions from his face before it dries and glues his hair to his skin or anything else. Aoba brushes it over his nose and mouth, wiping the stuff away. ]

Carl is a lot of things, so I'm not sure what he means. [ He uses his off-screen name, the one he knows him by more intimately as a friend, as a roommate. The man who says he'll indulge this 'friends with benefits' relationship but in reality he adores him. They, both of them, approach some uncertain middle ground of desire - neither one of them able to give it a label without it becoming a kind of facade.

The damp washcloth moves up, swiping some cloudy droplets of come from his hair, sweeping them out until his hair clings to his skin with moisture. ]

Carl is daring and sensitive... but I think he's a little shy, too.

[ It should go without saying, considering how he hid his face. Aoba lowers the towel, rubbing it down his neck, over the line of his collarbone... and lower still, sweeping it over his body slowly as he nuzzles in against his nose with his own and speaks softly. ]

I can keep going... but if you're tired...

What would you like to do?