[ Aoba will kick himself for going this far later and fret about how slutty he surely has been to take a playful tease all the way to sexual activity without even their first date, but Karamatsu being this forward reminds him of how he was during the festival and how he liked it. It's odd, due to his proclivity towards being over-the-top and extra in every way, but Aoba has a weakness for being pursued. As much as he denies it, even to himself, he loves feeling wanted. It's not a one-sided thing either -- his feelings for Karamatsu turned romantic at some point, without him even being aware of it (or simply in a lot of denial) and those feelings haven't changed.
When Karamatsu's grip tightens slightly, Aoba tips his head back a little and gives a light whine. It's embarrassing, hearing that sound come from him, but he's also desperate for some outlet for his own arousal. Things between them had already escalated further than he had intended for tonight, and the thrill of it has only heightened his excitement and Karamatsu's behavior now not only gives him some relief for his anxious mind, but promises not to leave him wanting. ]
Let's wash up first, before... [ Aoba's flush intensifies and he looks away, which is really difficult considering how close they are. He's trying hard not to think of what kind of dirtying up Karamatsu has in mind. There's a moment when he wants to find out, and starts to tick off several increasingly __ ideas before he diverts his attention elsewhere by force of will, ashamed by his own thirst. He really wants to do a lot with him, to him...but isn't that a little too wild? Shouldn't he pace himself? Aoba slides back away from Karamatsu so he can get up, pulling his hand off him only to use it to help him follow him to his feet. ] Y-you can borrow some of my clothes if you'd like after.
[ Moving is difficult with a needy erection fattening up at the front of his already tight jeans, so he's eager to rid himself of them. Heart pounding at a dizzying rate, he starts to lead him into the change room. Even leading him to the bathroom where they will inevitably strip down to nothing has him nervous, so it's a good thing Karamatsu isn't attempting any rose-carpeted furnishings intended for lovemaking -- everyone knows thorns aren't conducive to sexy times anyway. Usually! Unless you're into that sort of thing.
When Aoba starts to unbuckle his belt (with shaking hands that he tries to hide by turning away) he pauses before undoing his pants. ]
Um... so you know how my hair is... different, right? Don't be alarmed that... you know, the carpets match the drapes.
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When Karamatsu's grip tightens slightly, Aoba tips his head back a little and gives a light whine. It's embarrassing, hearing that sound come from him, but he's also desperate for some outlet for his own arousal. Things between them had already escalated further than he had intended for tonight, and the thrill of it has only heightened his excitement and Karamatsu's behavior now not only gives him some relief for his anxious mind, but promises not to leave him wanting. ]
Let's wash up first, before... [ Aoba's flush intensifies and he looks away, which is really difficult considering how close they are. He's trying hard not to think of what kind of dirtying up Karamatsu has in mind. There's a moment when he wants to find out, and starts to tick off several increasingly __ ideas before he diverts his attention elsewhere by force of will, ashamed by his own thirst. He really wants to do a lot with him, to him...but isn't that a little too wild? Shouldn't he pace himself? Aoba slides back away from Karamatsu so he can get up, pulling his hand off him only to use it to help him follow him to his feet. ] Y-you can borrow some of my clothes if you'd like after.
[ Moving is difficult with a needy erection fattening up at the front of his already tight jeans, so he's eager to rid himself of them. Heart pounding at a dizzying rate, he starts to lead him into the change room. Even leading him to the bathroom where they will inevitably strip down to nothing has him nervous, so it's a good thing Karamatsu isn't attempting any rose-carpeted furnishings intended for lovemaking -- everyone knows thorns aren't conducive to sexy times anyway. Usually! Unless you're into that sort of thing.
When Aoba starts to unbuckle his belt (with shaking hands that he tries to hide by turning away) he pauses before undoing his pants. ]
Um... so you know how my hair is... different, right? Don't be alarmed that... you know, the carpets match the drapes.