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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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_{[ 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)

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[ 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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