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【OPEN/NSFW】☆ SHAMELESS SMUT POST

☆ 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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[ 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. ]

_{[ 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. ]}

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. ]}

Edited 2017-10-12 14:17 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

_{[ 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. ]}

[ 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. ]

_{[ 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. ]}

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

[ 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'?

_{[ ... 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. ]}

[ 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?

_{[ The more Aoba speaks, the more Karamatsu can feel his flush resurfacing over his skin, a tingling sensation still lingering over his body. Each touch seems so sensitive, still. He feels good— for multiple reasons. Not only was what he received satisfying, but Aoba's company and friendly words are almost overwhelming.

He makes a strained sound when he calls him shy, honestly disliking that about himself. ]}

I would like to make you feel the same way that I do. To feel happy, to feel safe, to feel content, to feel satisfied, to feel loved. Ah..
_{[ He cradles Aoba's face with his hand. ]}

How can I do that for you?

[ Aoba's friendly smile fades as his embarrassment grows, suddenly feeling the weight of those words effecting him, like he's gently and insistently pressing Cupid's arrows into his tender heart, one by one. How rude. ]

...

[ It's moments like these where his roommate says... well, more than he needs to, but just enough that Aoba feels like this is him talking, not that embellished and grandiose person he wants to be. It's that thing he likes the most, the part of him laid bare and vulnerable. ]

...Touching is good. And... um.

[ Suddenly his voice loses all strength and becomes small before this attention. Aoba has finished cleaning him up by now and deposits the washcloth over the edge of the bed, curling up a little closer. ]

K-kissing.

[ He was feeling so confident a moment ago, but now he feels his heart racing. Feels that romantic mood spreading warmth throughout his whole body, it's that old nuisance -- this had always been just fooling around, a friends with benefits sort of thing to blow off steam, to share with one another. But that crush just grows and grows, rearing it's infatuated head. Aoba expects him to read his mind, to understand that love is what he's writing into his skin with the point of his tongue, happy to inscribe it anywhere on his body but never quite able to say it out loud.

Despite all the experiments in the bedroom, Aoba's still unable to admit to those things he wants the most. Affection, yes, but also... ]

.......M-maybe... getting a little rough-- [ Record scratch ]

_{[ He likes times like this when Aoba invites himself to be closer-- when they share warmth so intimately. He fell in love so easily, the feeling was something he felt so much. It was unusual with Aoba, though, because he's male. It's not something he would just go after any day of the week-- he preferred women, so how exactly did he find himself here? Was it because he followed his feelings so freely?

Probably so.

Karamatsu curls closer too, burrowing against Aoba as he speaks. He smiles, eyes closed, clearly pleased with the words coming out of his mouth and then-- ]}

Eh? Wait.. eh!?

[ Aoba had been enjoying the intimacy, feeling incredibly comfortable as he watched Carl relax more and recover from his climax. He still doesn't have a clue what smooth means, but his thoughts are anything but. He let his guard down and something dirty just slipped out, didn't it??!

Aoba inwardly recoils in embarrassment, eyes opening wide and then casting down and away - Why did he have to mess it up? ]

...Aaah, forget I said anything~

[ He went and exposed that shameful side of him again, as if it wasn't bad enough that he's already applied his mouth to parts of his roommate's body, boldly gone where no man (or woman) has gone before. On top of that, he has to ruin a perfectly romantic moment with that trash. As much as he wants to just curl in on himself, he resists the urge to draw away from him, instead mumbling into the negligible space between them. ]

I-it's only because we.... did something pretty wild just a moment ago.

_{[ Karamatsu doesn't really know what his dorm mate means by that. He was rather naive in that regard, but he didn't want anyone to know that. He's got a few pretty kinky magazines stashed away somewhere, but that doesn't exactly mean he knows how to execute them.

Now, Aoba has gotten him curious. He's also wondering if Aoba wanted to do anything else tonight, but now they're onto a pretty interesting topic. ]}

You say a little rough.. what do you mean by that?

[ Aoba shrinks back at the question, but he doesn't get very far and instead of answering, he buries his face into the blanket beneath them. It's bad enough he let that much slip out, but to describe for him what he wants? That feels like an impossible task. He mutters into the blanket, his words muffled but clear enough in this short distance. ]

...I said forget about it.

[ Even the tips of Aoba's ears are turning red. What doesn't help is that he's thinking about it, then thinking about saying it, but even just trying to form the sentences without becoming a bundle of nerves sends him into a wild fluster. ]

It's embarrassing. Putting that kind of thing into words...

_{[ Karamatsu isn't a very observant person, but he does take note of the bright color that Aoba's ears are turning, so he focuses his attention on that. With his finger, he draws light patterns along the shell of Aoba's ear, half-lidded eyes tracing over him. ]}

Haaa, is that so--
Heh, maybe, perhaps, you could show me.. then you would not have to say anything, oui?
_{[ He brushes his knuckles tenderly against any part of Aoba's face that isn't smothered in a blanket or pillow. ]}

How are you now? I feel as if I have not done anything for you.

Edited 2017-10-29 03:18 (UTC)

...

[ There's an initial twinge, his body tensing at the touch but he relaxes when those patterns are drawn against sensitive skin. It's a tame enough touch not to wind Aoba up in this timid and anxious state, but the intimacy of it is not lost on him. Aoba feels the breath softly catch in his throat. Slowly, Aoba turns his face slightly towards him, peeking out with one eye.

That's a really sweet gesture, tender too. It makes his heart melt a little, so he's conflicted between his thirst for manhandling and just... cuddling. That's also nice too. But even Aoba can recognize the rarity of this gracious offer to communicate via other means. That's... surprisingly considerate. ]

You mean... show you... like in a magazine or on my phone...?

[ It's still embarrassing, but it does relieve him from having to talk about it. He should talk about it. Most of the things he's interested in can venture into areas that require safe words and the like... so maybe he just should start... small. ]

It's okay, I mean... I'm okay with just this.

[ He's crawling into his shell again, and he recognizes it. He worries on his lip with his teeth and then admits in a smaller voice: ]

...Most of the time.

_{[ His hand ventures to safer places like along the back of Aoba's neck. Usually, Karamatsu's hands are cold and clammy, but after all that, lingering warmth still remains on them. He studies his room mate quietly though the minor blur his vision gives him without his glasses. It's bothersome, but at least he can see. ]}

Most of the time, you say? Ah.. I was thinking of more.. active ways of showing me, but..
I will respect your wishes! My heart pounds rapidly when you are near-- if you want to just simply hold my hands, I am satisfied with that. If you just want to sleep close to me, I am satisfied with that too.

If.. you just want to be with me and nobody else, that would also be satisfying.
And.. make me very happy.
_{[ What's he saying now? ]}

[ Aoba quiets when he suggests something more hands-on, but as he curls his hands into loose fists, the touch on his neck eases that tension before it builds. ]

Wouldn't that be a little difficult right now?

[ It doesn't occur to him that by 'show me' might mean he doesn't have to wait, he could, you know. ACTUALLY TOP. FOR A CHANGE. But Aoba rubs his flushed face on the sheets before turning his face completely to look up at him, curious. ]

But... we're together all the time.

[ Surely he's not asking what he thinks he's asking... they're friends, roommates... definitely close, closer than what's considered normal? Hearing him say that he wants to be close to him and explaining how he makes him feel, it's embarrassing and relatable and he really... likes him. Even though he's a ridiculous nerd. So Aoba thinks he's being teased with that elusive 'officially boyfriends' carrot being dangled before him, teased for having a crush on him. Is he just trying to rile him up? ]

Why does this sound like you're proposing something, are you making fun of me? [ He reaches over and pinches his side in retaliation. ]

P—Proposing.. no, I—.. I'm not making fun of anyone!
_{[ Did he have to use those words? Uwah.. he just wants you to be his boyfriend! Maybe he's speaking too much like he usually does, but he was expecting a more thrilled response from Aoba from his sudden proclamation. The lackluster response sets him off track, along with the sudden pinch that makes him jolt. God, he's nervous again. Anybody would have been thrilled to have this announcement made to them, right!? Maybe he didn't do it right-- he should have waited until he could present Aoba with flowers on a date. Something like that. ]}

Ah! We should probably turn this off now, right?
_{[ He slides out of the bed and heads over to the recorder, not finishing his previous statement. ]}

[ Aoba watches his face carefully, blue brows lifting the more his friend fidgets. He's getting nervous all of the sudden, so that begs the question - was he proposing something? Nothing like 'that' kind of proposal, of course. As he slips out of bed, Aoba is so lost in rewinding the conversation back to read between the lines that he doesn't register his words. Thoughtfully, he slides his hand over the empty, warm spot where Carl was, a habit he did only when he thought no one was looking.

He wants to be with him all the time.

Holding hands is fine.

Aoba slowly looks up as lightbulbs start to flicker on in his head and there's a hopeful lift of his spirits. He thinks he's onto something but then of course this is when it finally hits him. He bolts upright so hastily that the kimono falls off one shoulder partway. ]

Heeh?! It's been recording us all this time... [ Even the mushy stuff! Aoba scrambles out of bed after him and nearly collides into his back. ] Delete it! You promised!

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