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_{[ He follows along at an even pace. The way that Aoba says this so casually catches him off guard to say the least. Actually, there was a lot of doubt in his heart that Aoba would even give into his pursuit, so there's a pretty stunned expression on his face once they enter his house.
Karamatsu simply gives it a brief look before placing both of his hands on Aoba's shoulders to look up at him square in the eyes. ]}

I-I mean, let me understand this.. clearly! You're wanting to finally go out with me..?
_{[ it's an nice house, really empty, but this is distracting him from admiring Aoba's place. ]}

[ Aoba looks at him again, then nods. ]

Y-yeah. I mean. I thought maybe... it might be easier if we try it for 9 dates. So there's no pressure!

...I'm afraid of doing or saying something to sour what we have... and I was worried that you might feel bad because I still have feelings for someone else, feelings that I don't know if or when they'll go away.

[ Just thinking about damaging that makes his insides twist uncomfortably, so much so that he's been twisting himself up into knots before finally deciding to try some sort of compromise. Something they can go into with eyes open. ]

But I heard that's common around here. So if you're okay with that... I - I'd like to, um. Try something... romantic.

_{[ Oh, okay. It's making more sense to him. Karamatsu had this same kind of worry when he first met up with Aoba to his "soul mate" and it ended up being Aoba and not Totoko. ]}

Nine dates.. yes.. but what is to happen after these nine dates? How romantic should these dates be then if you're saying you want to try something 'romantic'? You know, I can very certainly tell you how I will feel after these nine dates!
_{[ Before Aoba can answer those questions, though, he feels like maybe he should be clear about something too: ]}

If you makes you feel better, there are also feelings I have for somebody else who isn't here. I think that is also important for you to know, but since she is not here, well..
_{[ He stands on his tip toes and bumps his nose against Aoba's. ]}

I will accept these nine dates, of course, but I already know I want you to be my lover.

[ Aoba's eyes stare back wide and curious, even when he bumps their noses together. He blinks when they do but otherwise he's just a little surprised. After all this time, he's still so smitten. It makes sense, in a way, but he's been the type who lets go and thinks 'it wasn't meant to be' or 'it can't be helped'... Karamatsu continues to reach even when it's clear to most people that it's pointless. ]

The one you were hoping you were soulmates with... back then. Totoko-chan?

[ Slipping his arms around Karamatsu's waist, he tugs him closer. He wonders what she's like. This unattainable goddess he and his brothers seem to adore. What's she like? What does she do? What if he doesn't measure up? He's a boy, after all, so that's one glaring difference...

There's little point to comparing himself to a ghost, so he pushes the thought aside for the moment. ]

She must be something special to be adored for so long by someone I feel so strongly for.

[ He wonders if Karamatsu knows what he's trying to commit to -- Ichimatsu said he has no experience, so he's going into this blind. The words themselves are lovely, but after what Ichimatsu said... he wonders if he's more in love with the idea of being with someone than he is with him specifically. ]

Kara-kun, it's okay if you change your mind. After nine dates, I'm still your soulmate no matter what happens.

Mm, yes. It's her, but Osomatsu-niisan and I talked about her awhile back. He eased me into pursuing other people-- well, at least one person.

_{[ Unfortunately, it's a bit of that. Out of all of them, Karamatsu is arguably the one who is the most in love with the aspect of being in love. He does appreciate that Aoba is being more open about what's been going on with him lately-- but Aoba has been nothing but a good friend to him. He does like him a lot so there's a lot of truth to his feeling.

He's smiling, and he presses his lips against Aoba's, but not directly kissing him. ]}

.. The same goes for you.
_{[ Karamatsu won't admit it, but there's a sinking feeling in his stomach that after these nine dates, Aoba won't have anything to do with him. ]}

[ H-hang on. Osomatsu?! Aoba wonders just what he means by 'pursuing' and what kind of advice his free-spirited older brother gave him. ]

At least one person -- mn!

[ His words are interrupted only by the light touch of lips, not enough to stop his words but it's his own self-consciousness that does it. It's like he's pressing his smile against his mouth, not really kissing but more akin to... maybe skin-ship? It's not something Aoba's really used to, not at this level at least. ]

But in the meantime... [ Aoba dips his face down alongside Karamatsu's, hugging him around the waist until he's flush against him as he had been when the tables were turned. Then, mimicking him when not too long ago, when he was taller and hunkier -- he kisses the lobe of his ear. ]

_{[ It's been a weird night for Karamatsu. Honestly, his emotions have been in all sorts of directions. What he doesn't expect is this sudden forceful affection that Aoba is giving him. It's not like he doesn't like it, but it surprises him more than anything.. and it's also embarrassing that Aoba is doing it better than he was when he was taller than him.

He's been thinking about Aoba a lot lately and a part of him wants to really ask what Aoba is doing, but another part of him doesn't care-- he's careless with his emotions. No matter how strongly he might feel for his friend, in the back of his mind he knows it's all going to hopelessly crumble, so he might as well enjoy this intimacy while he can instead of questioning it.

He curves his arms around him, head tilting to press the side of his face closer to Aoba, encouraging him. He steadies his breath, trying not to get over excited over something so minimal. ]}

A-ah, is this revenge you're getting for how I treated you earlier, then?

Maybe...

[ Karamatsu's perception differs wildly from Aoba's in this regard -- he's too aware of how nervously he holds him, how fast his heart drums and if he can feel it. Where Karamatsu sees confidence, Aoba only sees his own shortcomings, like how he feels like he's always about to freeze up, paralyzed by uncertainty as he asks himself just what is he doing? Does he like this? He thinks so, given he's only getting closer. Aoba knows how speaking into his ear earlier made him feel warm and restless, but it was different because that was with someone who, at the time, want Karamatsu. But if he tried it now... he has no idea how he'd react. So he thinks, why not give him a taste of his own medicine, just for putting him in such a position... but then realizes that in doing so, that feeling returned. It's... kind of exciting. ]

But honestly this doesn't compare to what you did... right in public too, that was a shock.

[ It was a miracle none of his fans had been around, to hear that squealing again would have been too much. Aoba pulls back to look at him. ]

I wonder how I'll get my revenge now? Any ideas, Kara-kun?

Heh.. it's a little possessive, I guess— what I did. I'm sorry. I guess it's a selfish impulse to try and show people, anyone watching, that I.. really like you.
_{[ He sounds very sincere in his voice, but it's wavering slightly from being nervous. He has a right to be nervous-- Karamatsu really hasn't gotten hot and heavy with anyone else besides Aoba at this point. He's embarrassed to admit he doesn't know what to do next, so he'll just talk and see what Aoba wants to do.

He looks up at his friend, finding desperately a way to shovel down all of the strong feelings he has for him but it's really useless at this point. He's resisting because he's doubtful Aoba will ever be his boyfriend. After these nine dates he'll probably just leave him in the dust because that's what everyone does-- take advantage of him and go on their merry way. It's pathetic that Karamatsu isn't more cautious of people who treat him that way. ]}

Ah, I have plenty of them.. but they are all secrets!

[ If Aoba had so much of a hint that Karamatsu was already dooming their trial to failure, he'd probably be a bit more desperate, but he feels a little more relaxed now... away from the stage that was the sidewalk with any eyes on them. He also feels better having told him how he felt -- that his heart still longed for someone that wasn't him -- something they both felt for different people, both not here -- and having admitted his fears and hopes. He vastly underestimates Karamatsu's long history with disappointment and the inevitability that clings to it like stale cigarette smoke. ]

A little possessive.

[ He finds that, to a degree, he actually likes it. It's like when someone else he knew would get jealous over something benign. He'd get all sullen and pouty and Aoba would wonder what caused the sudden shift until he all but tripped over the very thing that had made him jealous and then burst into laughter over it. But this is a little different. As much as he hates to admit it, when it's someone he likes... being held or crowded in on even when he's flustered is actually nice, exciting. He's learning the same now, with the challenging look he's getting from Karamatsu now. ]

So I'm supposed to guess... [ A pause and Aoba draws closer to him, his mouth barely an inch away. He touches the side of his face with his free hand, his thumb tracing along his jawline. ] Am I getting warmer or colder?

_{[ Let's face it. Karamatsu is absolute shit when it comes to keeping a cool and calm demeanor in moments of intimacy. The way he flexes his fingers against the back of Aoba's shirt and twists one of his knees toward is indication that the simple closeness and teasing is getting to him. However, a dumb, lopsided smirk plays on his face.
Aoba can probably see the flush an feel the warmth on his face. ]}

You expect me to give you clues? Hah, I'm a mystery man!
_{[ actually he's just curious what Aoba is gonna do tbh.. ]}

[ Aoba's pretty much like minded in this regard -- the urge to run or hide his face when anything starts to heat up is strong, lessened when there's no chance that anyone else can see or hear, but so self-conscious that even hearing himself sets him into a fluster. Karamatsu puts on a brave front, but from this close it's clear he's just as nervous. That nervousness is infectious and it's all too easy to chicken out.

Aoba tries to focus on his eyes and ignore the flush that threatens to deepen his own, steels himself by inwardly reassuring himself.

I don't have to feel guilty about this. It's normal to enjoy this kind of relationship.

...Besides, I've wanted to do this for a while now.

Sinking down to his knees, and on the way Aoba kisses his neck and collarbone from over his shirt, his hands trailing over his stomach and pushing the white jacket away. Kneeling in front of him is kind of more than suggestive, and he doesn't take his eyes away from his, which takes significant effort seeing his proclivity towards shyness. ]

Warmer?

_{[ Karamatsu is very perceptive otherwise he might have noticed the way that Aoba's cheeks tint and the way his body warms even when he's taking the lead with.. whatever was happening. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Aoba to make him get physical with him, but he certainly isn't complaining. After all, whatever fun they're gonna have will be short lived so Karamatsu better enjoy it while he can.
He wants to follow after Aoba's lips, making soft hums at each individual touch but then.. he realizes the position that Aoba is in.

He's innocent, but also dirty minded enough. Isn't this something he's seen on a porno before? ]}

Oi, Aoba-kun.. what are you doing?
_{[ not gonna answer his questions cause yeah he's very warm.. ]}

[ Who knows what's possessed Aoba at this moment or any other when he decides to take hold of the reigns of his own life. When he ignores all the red flags and warning signs that urge him to run and hide and instead surges forward toward what he wants. He's allowed this. He can enjoy himself. He can indulge like this especially because he has explained himself... hasn't he?

Aoba watches as Karamatsu's flushed face chases after his mouth as he drops to his knees and thinks it unspoken words of encouragement. Body language. ]

Whatever you want.

[ Aoba plucks at the buckle of his belt, starting to pull it loose along with the top button of his pants and the soft purr of his zipper drawn down along its track. He can feel his own heart hammering wildly in his chest and his blood roaring in his ears. He rubs his cheek against his stomach as he smiles up at him, teasing. ]

So... am I getting warmer? Or colder? [ He asks as he pulls down his fly and tugs open the front of his pants. ]

_{[ Sometimes body language is all you can go off of when it comes to Karamatsu in a situation like this. He's accustomed to be the one pursuing somebody else, not being pursued.. especially when it came to intimacy. He thinks he looks nothing like the images that he wants to model himself after-- nothing desirable. He can't outwardly show that kind of low self esteem, but he finds it's important to be a little more true to yourself in a scenario like this with close contact.

He knows exactly what Aoba is doing despite his question. A bunch of nerves surge through his body and he already finds his knees locking. He steadies himself by putting his hand on Aoba's head, gentle as he remembers Aoba doesn't like being touched there.
He swallows thickly and tears his gaze away from him, looking forward instead. It's too hot to look at him right now! God, he's such a virgin. ]}

D-Don't be silly, you know exactly what you're doing. I don't have to answer that at all, it should be obvious!
_{[ His heart pounds rapidly. He's never had somebody do this for him, but he's too eager to find out what it feels like to turn Aoba down. ]}

That's kind of cute, Kara-kun.

[ It's so relatable, too. When he's flustered like this, it's impossible to speak, let alone answer these kinds of questions. He's embarrassed and nervous, but likely excited and curious. It's not to say Aoba isn't himself, but he's amusing himself with the fact he's getting this kind of response out of him. He closes his eyes briefly at the hand in his hair, feeling his nerves tingle a little uncomfortably but he's being so gentle that he doesn't mind it.

He knows his hair is one of his favorite things about him, so it's fine to let him indulge in touching it... especially since he's being so careful. And something about the fact that he likes him so much that he's willing to allow it makes him feel stupidly warm and gushy inside. How embarrassing. ]

It's okay, you can touch me as much as you'd like.

[ It's also working himself up, this gradual approach of taking his sweet time versus hauling his dick out to suck. He instead runs his hands up and down the front of his thighs from over his jeans as he presses a kiss on his skin just below his navel, inching his way down until he mouths over the shape of him in his underwear, breathing out so that hot air pools into the cloth. He closes his eyes to focus on his senses, catching the familiar masculine scent and feeling his body through his clothes... he realizes it's been a while, so now that he's taken the plunge and initiated this, he acknowledges just how thirsty he really is and accepts it with a hot flush on his face. He opens his mouth and angles his face to trace his tongue along the shape of his cock through his underwear, teasing him to increase his excitement. ]

_{[ What can he say, he's an easily excitable person when it comes to this. Speaking of, each intimate touch is just feeding him-- making his body react in an embarrassingly short amount of time. It doesn't take long for him to curve both of his hands into Aoba's hair and he hasn't even made direct contact with his mouth yet. Its' all tantalizing motions with a barrier of clothing preventing him to feeling the texture and slickness of his partner's tongue. It's almost an unbearable amount of teasing, but Karamatsu doesn't say anything, mostly cause he can't right now. All he can do is give Aoba hums and groans of appreciation.

It takes no time for him to feel his blood pumping wildly beneath his skin and his arousal to grow. Finally, with a hoarse voice he speaks out, ignoring the trail of sweat near his brow. ]}

O-oi.. why are you, um, wanting to do this to me?
_{[ There's still doubt and there always will be. He might have suggested some things earlier but he didn't expect Aoba or anyone to really take him up on it. ]}

[ The sounds and physical responses are encouraging, and as Aoba listens to him enjoy the sensation of this intentionally slow build, he hums in response and more eagerly mouths his burgeoning erection. That restlessness also grows, wanting more -- to touch and taste and uncover yet another side of him he's only caught a glimpse of during that festival. He still remembers the look on Karamatsu's face when he straddled him, every bit of his arousal felt as he moved and yet Aoba chickened out then and he's determined not to this time.

But then Karamatsu asks why.

Aoba blinks with surprise, which is comical considering he stops mid-action as he hears his question and then slowly pulls back. His hands come to rest on his thighs as he looks up at him. ]

Because I like you and... I want to make you feel how much I do.

[ Aoba blushes with embarrassment, wondering if he's taking this too far. ]

Besides, you wanted to do stuff before, so I thought...

_{[ No matter how many times he says it, Karamatsu will always like hearing it. Just as Aoba trails off, Karamatsu smiles fondly and places a finger on Aoba's lips. He's rightfully flushed at this rate, eyelids growing heavy. ]}

I do want to. I want to do everything I can with you.
_{[ He says this with confidence even if his voice wavers a bit. ]}

I just want to make sure you want to as well. If you genuinely want to express how you feel about me in this way, I accept it wholeheartedly.
_{[ A lot of times people don't bother so he's having a hard time understanding that somebody honestly likes him this much.
He curves his fingers back and brushes his knuckles lovingly against Aoba's face. ]}

I want to feel how much you want me to feel, then.

[ Aoba makes a small sound when the finger touches his lips, silencing him and relieving him from the burden of having to try to fluster his way through a proper explanation. He feels a warmth spread through him with those stupid, mushy feelings that are a confused mess of romantic fondness and lust that he never can quite come to terms with. He smiles and leans into the touch, feeling relieved by the affectionate touch and his words because as determined as he is now, he's still nervous as hell. ]

Of course, it's natural to want to. And since we're both guys, it's easy to know what feels good.

[ In theory. There are the types who don't like oral sex for whatever reason. Aoba lets his hands move again, running up his legs and sides. He likes that he can actually touch him, and it feels like it's been ages since that one brush that left him with the worst case of self-inflicted blue balls he's had to date. ]

Don't tell me you're someone who doesn't like this kind of service. [ Because parts of him would beg to differ. ]

_{[ He couldn't really answer 100%. He knows he really likes it now, but it's his first experience, so he isn't sure what to say. ]}

Ah, well.. so far so good! But remember, I haven't ever-- ah, it's my first time.. something like this.
_{[ He looks back forward instead of down at Aoba, but both of his hands move from Aoba's hair to cradle his face, thumbs running into the rounds of his cheeks. In a hushed voice, he decides to be honest: ]}

—I don't think I'll last very long.

[ Aoba suppresses a shiver from the tingling sensation as his hands move from his hair to his face, it's weirdly uncomfortable but... he suspects the reason why he didn't mind it is because he's hot and bothered himself. ]

Oh, right. [ He's not just a technical virgin, apparently. Aoba doesn't think much of it, since you gotta start somewhere if you're so inclined, but something about this seems to heighten his nervousness - namely, performance anxiety. But also he thinks he should really do his very best so that his first experience is a good one. That also does NOT help the performance anxiety, and his heart rate instantly kicks up. ]

Um! Th-that's okay! That's really common, actually, for your first time... [ Aoba laughs nervously, reaching up to brush his chin before letting his hands settle at his hips again, this time pulling at the waistband of his underwear to push it carefully off his hips. ]

I'm the same way when I'm really excited. So just relax and enjoy this service~

_{[ You do have to start somewhere, but Karamatsu has never gotten this far. He's relieved it's somebody he really cares about. Deep down, he doesn't think he would do very well with a one night stand or a hook up-- it's taken him this long to really trust someone but also taken this long for him to find somebody who wants to do stuff like this with him.

He exhales slowly when he feels pressure off of his prick and adverts his eyes, honestly feeling embarrassed himself. His hands settle back on Aoba's head, not holding on too tightly. He dips his head backwards against the wall. For once, he's really got nothing to say, so he allows Aoba to do his thing. ]}

[ It's encouraging that their brief conversation and high key nervousness hasn't diminished his excitement, judging from the way he springs out from his underwear. Aoba's never seen this much of Karamatsu (despite his proclivity toward showing skin and nakedness, Aoba was always careful to avert his gaze and shove whatever he could at him if such an event ever occurred. Not wanting him to suffer the embarrassment of arriving first at the party without from too much teasing, Aoba opts instead to lick his lips to wet them and then presses them to the tip of his cock, then rolling his tongue around it as he parts his lips.

Aoba knows what he's doing, at least, and instead of simply taking his sweet time as he did before, he decides that he's going to use every trick he can dare to use. It's a terrible idea if longevity is your goal, but that seems to be an unattainable one this time.

After wetting his dick with his tongue, he wastes no time in swallowing him whole, pushing him into his mouth deep enough until his nose bumps against his body and holds it there, gripping his hips with his hands as he lets him feel the heat of his mouth. He counts to three, then pulls back, sucking as he reaches the crown of his cock again. He's hardly the king of cock-sucking, but he knows a thing or two -- he knows teasing his tongue into the slit at the top is a trigger point, as is the pinched skin of his frenulum. Some guys like having their foreskin toyed with, if they have it. He sticks to mostly the basics, alternating between licks and bobbing his head as he tries to ignore the lewd, wet sounds and slurps as he sucks him off hungrily. The movement makes him wince with the accidental mussing of his hair, but his hands reach back to grip Karamatsu's ass as he bears the discomfort. But the salty-sweet taste of his precome, the scent of him and the familiar feel of a dick pushing into his mouth makes him feel weirdly happy and excited, chasing away his nervousness. ]

Mmh...

_{[ Aoba tells him to relax, but it's really difficult for him to do that when he's nervous. There really shouldn't be any need for him to feel nervous. Karamatsu couldn't explain why, but the butterflies are fluttering rapidly in his stomach, warmth spreading from his cheeks to his ears— from the pit of his stomach to the insides of his thighs. At first, Karamatsu hitches a breath with a startled "ah", fingers grasping into Aoba's hair. To him, it's a very different sensation— he can almost feel each individual bump on Aoba's tongue. More sounds follow with each movement that Aoba makes and already Karamatsu can feel his knees growing weak. It's a lot! Well, for him, it's a whole lot. He groans when he feels his back side gripped, hunching forward as fresh sweat drips off his face. ]}

A-Aoba-kun, it's—
_{[ He gasps for air, forgetting to breathe at one part. ]}

It's a whole lot! Mmn, you know..
_{[ His breathing is growing more and more rapid by each second. ]}

But I— I love it..!
_{[ oh okay.. so expressive.. ]}

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cw: in case I neglected to mention, smut starts here AVERT THINE EYES

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