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S-sorry! I should have checked before messing up your clothes...!

[ Meanwhile Aoba carefully takes his hand off his mouth and peels his hair from his shirt, wincing at the sensation made all the more intense due to the nerves running through his hair. He feels bad for failing to notice, thinking he'd surely swallowed all of it, and internally freaking out about whether Karamatsu is completely turned off by it now. But when he catches sight of Karamatsu clustering as badly as he is, he settles down.

He's doing it again, assuming that Karamatsu will hate him for being dirty, look down on him as a pervert or slut. But he knows better, he wouldn't do that to him... so why does he react like this?

Aoba reaches up to take one of the hands dragging down Karamatsu's face and holds it, brings it to his mouth to kiss the backs of his fingers. ]

You're right. It's true that I enjoy doing it...

Are you-- are you... curious? About it, I mean. Do you think you'd like it too? Or does it gross you out?

Hah! Oh my.. it's quite alright, my sunshine. Perhaps.. I shouldn't have made such a mess, but I.. tch.. simply couldn't help myself..

_{[ That's a very unexpected response from somebody who cares so much about their fashion. He can't simply complain too much especially after experiencing what he just did with somebody he cares about. Though, he would like to get cleaned up promptly. He can only blink rapidly when Aoba takes one of his hands tenderly and kisses it— oh, it's something he's more prone to do. He curves his fingers around Aoba's hand and gives him two squeezes. It's not the first time he's done this; he always seems to squeeze his hand twice.

His stammering words make yet another wave of heat flourish over his cheeks, but Karamatsu cannot help but smile warmly, eyelids growing heavy. He takes a steady breath so ensure his words come out confident if not a bit soothing: ]}

My sweet Aoba-kun.. are you wanting me to taste you from base to tip? Does the thought of having you in my mouth excite you? Is that what you are... suggesting right now?
_{[ look at him, dirty talking. I'm so proud of him. ]}

Edited 2018-05-30 01:47 (UTC)

[ Aoba blinks in surprise, enough that he forgets the way his hair is askew from the 'hold' semen can give, leaving it tacky and kinda... uncomfortably crunchy in texture. The urge to shower will soon return to him but for now he's just surprised to hear that he's absolutely unconcerned about his clothes, the very thing he treasures (and it still remains a mystery as to why).

He's not disgusted after all... he thinks, and that's not the only reassurance he receives either. It's familiar, that touch. It's like the kind of double-tap one does in a movie with zombies in it, only instead of shooting twice in the head, it's a gentle and reassuring touch that comes in pairs to erase the uncertainty or insecurity in Aoba's mind. In other words, it's super effective.

But Aoba's not just kissing his hand, he's also somewhat hiding behind it, looking at him from over his curled fingers with a blush that spreads over his cheeks. He said something forward, but mainly to help ease Karamatsu's momentary anguish and... well, also because it was true. ]

I-I didn't...!! [ W E L L actually, he kind of was. Or at least, denying it feels false at some base level. ] I was just... asking! I mean, in case you're not into that!

[ Even his own defense sounds as flimsy as poorly-prepared paper mache. A red blush floods his skin from hairline and well past his neckline as Aoba starts to deny it out of instinct only to immediately close his mouth, tearing his eyes away to look at nothing in particular.

Oh god, did he just say this kind of filth to him?! More importantly, why did that just make his heart pound? Stay tuned for answers to these burning questions in our next episode!?! ]

Heh.. how would I know? I never tried! Ah, it could be the greatest thing for me. How adventurous.

_{[ He dips his chin upward, thoughtful. He imagines it probably isn't. The only semen he's ever dealt with has been his own and, uh, yeah, we're not going there. Point of the matter is, he's never tried it before so he doesn't know how much he might enjoy giving head.
His eyes drift back down to Aoba and he pulls his hand away, shamelessly sliding his palm down between both of their bodies and right over Aoba's erection. He merely cups him gently here, his head lulling to one of his shoulders. ]}

I know a lot more about using my hand.
_{[ He rubs the pad of his thumb against Aoba, pressing firmer just to rile him up further. ]}

What do you think? Either way, sharing a bath sounds wonderful.
_{[ He never thought he'd be this relaxed when getting physical with someone, but here he is. It's probably because he has been so honest and true with Aoba in the past. ]}

[ There's a look of confusion when Karamatsu takes his hand back, Aoba tipping forward an inch as he instinctively chases after his fingers with his mouth before he catches up with him and just stares, uncomprehending. Answers are not long to come to him, not when he gives a sharp inhale when Karamatsu's hand palms over his still-relentlessly eager erection and Aoba immediately fumbles to catch his wrist in his hand.

His instincts tell him to hide his arousal, to feel shame for it. But the heat radiating from his hand is so exquisite that it evaporates any willingness to resist. Aoba tips his head back, his come-stained hair and his shirt forgotten as the air vacates his lungs in a heated huff as that thumb traces along the hard erection straining through his jeans. There had been time enough to cool down while cuddling, but he gets excited again embarrassingly quickly when Karamatsu touches him.

Aoba feels nervous, but Karamatsu looks so relaxed and natural that it's really surprising. ]

...Do you want to --

[ Aoba is tempted to silence himself, but even as he pauses to wet his lips and swallow -- hard enough to make his throat click dryly -- he can't seem to stem the tide of curiosity that surges. Just what is Karamatsu getting at? Does he want to do stuff... in his bath? ]

Um. Use my bathroom?

[ It's actually the nicest he's ever had. With a tight foyer for undressing and a wider space for showering and scrubbing down before soaking in a tub large enough for three of him to fit in. But Aoba never thought he'd be inviting someone into it so soon. ]

Edited 2018-05-30 10:50 (UTC)

_{[ Feeling such firmness in his hand is making his heart pick up its pace again. His fingers curl, gripping him not too tightly, but enough to get the point across about what he wants. It's hard for him to admit all of the dirty stuff he wants to do, but is too shy of doing.. also doesn't know how to do it. It just messes entirely with his whole cool-guy facade where he's just gonna self destruct if he tries too much. ]}

A bathroom.. it seems more appropriate, right? Ah, we can get all dirty again and clean up right after!
_{[ a romantic lay in a bed of roses on a bed is his ideal, but he doesn't want to overdo it. Ever since he overdid it weeks ago with the present he's been trying his hardest to tiptoe. ]}

[ 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.

_{[ He finds that noise that he just got out of his partner is something he enjoys, but he allows Aoba to speak and move freely without being too much of a harassment. He's already unbuckled and out of his pants anyway, so once they stand up, he simply slips out of the bottom half of all of his clothing, trotting behind Aoba in merely his top clothing. Karamatsu never had too much shame in showing off his body, but in this intimate scenario he founds himself a little vulnerable-- not too much since his cock has already been all in Aoba's mouth. He's more rattled about messing around, rewinding the thoughts in his head where he can mimic Aoba and make him feel just as good.

He's lost in all of these thoughts when Aoba speaks to him he snaps back to reality. ]}

Oh, nono, you shouldn't fret. You are as... stunning down there as you are up here on all the things I see about you everyday. Your smile, your voice, your hair.. I-I'm sure you're just as handsome as I have imagined!

_{[ Imagined, huh? Yeah, he's imagined Aoba in all sorts of ways, all the time, usually when he's spending some time by himself with his prick in his head and dirty thoughts in his mind.
Aoba's reluctance only encourages Karamatsu into his space and he'll assist Aoba in taking off his clothes if he will allow him to. He ignores how much he forgets to breathe or how his face is heating up. So far, he's been doing surprisingly well with all of this with it being his first time doing anything like this, but it's the fake confidence that helps him through. In a low murmur, he questions: ]}

My sweet, why are you worried?

[ Startled by the sudden closeness and additional pair of hands helping him out of his clothes, noticed only when his pants seem to be tugged down his body without even trying, he makes a small sound of objection that he abandons immediately. It's surprisingly sexy, actually, being undressed. It makes his blush feel even hotter on his face as he turns to help Karamatsu out of his shirt. He glances down, silently noticing that he just left everything else out there and mentally makes a note to go picking up his clothes later to launder them.

He feels like it's too warm in here, anywhere really... a little self-conscious now that they're both stripped down to nothing. Normally, this wouldn't be weird -- guys bathing together is normal, really. But the whole mood isn't one of friendly intimacy. Karamatsu was his first and deepest friendship in quarantine and now... ]

As... you imagined? [ Aoba gives him a quiet, quizzical look, but he suspects he knows what he's getting at. Aoba wishes he was the sort of man who could just smirk impishly and say something flirtatious like 'so you've been imagining me naked, have you' or 'like what you see' -- like those confident guys do in the movies or games. But instead he just feels himself get more and more flustered. Karamatsu looks flustered too, like he's holding his breath and trying not to make any sudden movements.

It doesn't help that he mutters 'my sweet' in English, which is so like him and yet never ceases to be embarrassing. ]

I-I don't know. I... I worry about a lot of things. [ Like he'll be shamed, or that he looks scrawny or weird because of his hair, or that he'll disgust Karamatsu with the things he likes. Unfounded concerns backed by old emotional baggage he still carries around with him, in part due to his fragmented personality and also in the setting. The changing room is cramped, forcing them to crowd in on one another while they're the most vulnerable -- naked for the first time together. It's a little intimidating. ]

But really, I really like you and I want to... do the kind of things you think about. When you think of me... naked. [ It's hardly above a whisper, because he's so nervous about confessing something dirty that it steals all the strength in his voice. ]

_{[ It made no sense to Karamatsu to bring his perfect fashion back with him to the bathroom since they were gonna get nude anyway, so it made sense to him even if it was kind of sloppy. He also finds he likes being undressed, especially with the way Aoba handles him; not too rough or anything.

His gaze adverts, slightly embarrassed. ]}

A-ah, you know.. sometimes you think of someone you are attracted to.. how they completely look under their clothing! That is what I mean.

_{[ Now that they're stripped down and vulnerable, Karamatsu only feels himself growing more nervous, but he tries his best to hide it. The next thing out of Aoba's mouth renders him breathless. Emotions swell up behind his chest and he feels himself choking slightly. Somebody genuinely really likes him, and no matter how much Aoba says that to him, it's music to his ears every time. He feels stupid for wanting to say how much he loves Aoba this early in the game and fortunately he holds his tongue, visibly biting down on it for a second. ]}

I-I do!
_{[ He sounds too eager, oops. He do what, though. ]}

I feel the same!
_{[ bingo. ]}

[ Perfect fashion and Karamatsu isn't a thing that exists. Except when that rare moment happens when he just happens to leave a button undone at the top of his borrowed pajamas, and the drawstring isn't tied so tight, leaving them to hang low on his narrow hips. You know. When Karamatsu doesn't have anything to do with the planning of his 'fashion'. When it accidental, like most of his more intimate moments.

Aoba draws closer, pulling him in with his hands on his arms. ]

So... what should we do?

[ Aoba wants to ask 'do you want to keep going?' but... he feels his skin grow clammy despite the hot and embarrassed flash that sweeps over it. He's nervous, sweating and excited, but he just can't bring himself to tell him why he's all twisted up into knots. So he chickens out. ]

I'm going to wash this out of my hair... would you... let me wash yours? [ Even if he shies away from the white-hot content they're both interested in, judging from the upturned cock he sports, Aoba at least will offer up doing what he wants more of -- running his fingers through Karamatsu's hair, even if it's only to scrub his scalp and hair clean of dirt and oil or to massage in moisture. He wants to touch him, touch him all over but he knows that he's as sensitive about his hair as he is, if only mentally.

And that makes him want to slide his fingers through it all the more. ]

_{[ Aoba may creep away from the content they're interested in, but Karamatsu won't because if he's real with himself he's really eager to see how this goes— to know what it tastes like and ho he can make Aoba feel even though he doesn't really have much of an idea of what he's doing. So, bluntly: ]}

A—Actually, I was wondering if I could go ahead and return the favor before we clean up. Ah! It only makes sense to stay a bit dirty a little longer, non?
_{[ He waddles closer when Aoba draws him near and touches him right on the tip of his nose, teasing. ]}

Heh. Can you bare it for a little longer? _{[ staying dirty, he means ]} I just know you're going to make a mess too!
_{[ NASTY. ]}

[ Aoba blinks down at Karamatsu when his nose is touched, his face flushing a deeper shade of red when he starts to try to bring them back on track, and describing it in such a way! ]

You...! C-couldn't you have tried phrasing that a little better?

[ MAKE A MESS... GOD. With Karamatsu offering just like that, Aoba sputters out a flimsy objection. He actually really, really wants to be touched, despite his protests, his arousal isn't showing any less interest and there's no indication that he will anytime soon. It's embarrassing too, because even while he's holding him close, his cock is just hanging up there. Standing tall like the world's most persistent student in class with his hand raised. Aoba makes a small huff through his nose as he reaches up to tug on the lock of hair that's... kind of crunchy. Gross. ]

I-if you insist, I guess I can... bear it a little longer. But... isn't it a bit cramped? [ DOES IT MATTER...? ]

Bare it for me, my sweet! Besides, hopefully this won't last long.
_{[ God, that fake confidence is really radiant, isn't it? It almost sounds like he knows what he's doing (he doesn't.) With that, he leans forward and gives Aoba a tender kiss, not lingering too long. Man, he's right, his lips do taste a bit salty. He's definitely going to take his advice and eat pineapple whenever he has the chance especially if Aoba wants to do more things like this.
Leaving his mouth with a hot breath ghosting over him, he gives Aoba a look by raising his brows and sinking down lower and lower. God, this is it. Something he thought he never would be doing with anyone, male or female. All he wants to do is make his partner feel nice even if he doesn't have the technique down or anything, he's going to do what he thinks is best! Maybe that's all it'll take.

He's on his knees now and he takes a hold of Aoba carefully, curving his fingers around the base of his cock. Without much hesitation he parts his lips and opens wide, taking in Aoba as much as he can, sliding his prick along the walls of his cheek until the tip hits the back of his throat. It's a little too eager so he backs up just a notch before beginning to slide his head back and forth. Simple motions, but he does remember to suck and take in his taste while doing so. ]}

[ Aoba had almost forgotten that he intended to rinse his mouth by the time the kiss comes. At first he kind of melts into it, reluctantly at first, but he can't pretend to be put-off, not when Karamatsu's trying his best to reciprocate. But then he realizes the difference when he exhales and... YEAH well, now he's embarrassed because he can smell his come on his breath and to Karamatsu's credit, he doesn't seem concerned about it nearly as much as Aoba's mortified by it.

Putting out a hand to brace against the wall, he watches Karamatsu as he drops to his knees, feeling a nervous excitement steal away the strength in his limbs. He's really going to try this, despite never having had any sort of experience at all. ]

I'm sorry for the -- hn! [ Aoba winces as Karamatsu eagerly swallows up his cock and his fingers curl against the wall. It's been a while, so he feels even more sensitive than usual, and just the softness of his tongue and the wet-warmth in his mouth is enough to silence him. ]

C-careful, you don't have to take it that deep.

[ Not on his first time, not when he might run the risk of gagging and then triggering an unpleasant reflex. As selfless as this act is, Aoba doesn't think it's worth that. So he sweeps the bangs on Karamatsu's forehead and quietly adds: ]

If it gets to be too difficult... t-try... focusing on the tip and... moving your hand.

_{[ Nope. Karamatsu doesn't care. HE'S NASTY. Not when he thinks everyone is looking at him but he can easily ignore something like that when he's being intimate apparently.
He freezes when Aoba touches his hair, lingering Aoba in his mouth so he can't exactly speak. It's like going to the dentist and they start talking to you with their hands in your mouth, yeaaah. He just listens to the words and comprehends what's going on with a slight grunt noise.

He pulls back, though, until his lips are curved tightly around the tip. He pumps Aoba's shaft with his hand like he would his own, tracing the flat of his tongue over his partner's slit and around, swirling over the very end several times. His other hand steadies himself on Aoba's hip as he does this, pausing only briefly to take Aoba in whole again. He slides back again and completely this time, turning his head to grimace and regain his composure. Unlike Aoba, it doesn't look like he enjoys this that much, but that doesn't stop him from continuing, craning his head to the side to suck along him from tip to base and then swallow him halfway again.

He keeps it up fervently, finding rhythm by bobbing back and forth and giving pressure to the base half of Aoba's prick with his hand. ]}

[ Aoba instinctively brings a hand to his face, struggling to silence the sharp intake of air when Karamatsu's grunt brings a deep and altogether too brief vibration singing along his length. It's light and short, but it excites his nerve endings so that when he draws his head back to follow Aoba's instructions, Aoba stammers out in surprise at his own sensitivity. ]

W-wait. Ka...ra... ah!

[ Even in the privacy of his own house, in this cramped closet of a changing room, he tries to keep his voice down and failure only heightens his shame. He completely forgets about it when he feels a slick, soft feeling teasing at the tip, the point of his tongue teasing at the slit in a way that makes Aoba's cock twitch as he cries out.

He's really trying, Aoba thinks, and while he doesn't really know what he's doing, he seems to have learned from watching and taking cues from him. That's... incredible, but what's more amazing is the fact that he seems to be doggedly going through the paces, not finding joy in it but trying his best nevertheless. Aoba feels his breathing become shallow and labored as he tries to keep up.

The pressure and stimulation aren't consistent, but it still feels really good. Plus, it's the fact this is Karamatsu doing it, and watching him is... is...

...Kind of painful. He looks like he's not enjoying this one bit. While there's a part of Aoba deep down inside who might relish in watching a man have to do something he doesn't want to, wants to make him struggle through something unpleasant... that's not how Aoba feels. He brushes his hair and presses his hand against his forehead to stop his head from bobbing as he breathes harshly. ]

L-let's stop here...! It's okay.

[ Aoba can't take watching him work this hard to please him, not when he looks like he doesn't like it. ]

_{[ It's his first, so the whole taste and texture is a little off-putting, but the reward of hearing Aoba pine for him makes it worthwhile. He's angry that he's made it so obvious that he isn't enjoying this as much as one might have hoped for; now that emotion begins to show on his face, a pent up aggression that he tries to earnestly to hide all of the time. He groans, grumbling against Aoba when he stops the rhythm, freezing to cast his eyes upward and look at him as his brows draw together slightly indicating some annoyance. He removes his mouth entirely from Aoba and lifts both of his hands to Aoba's hand, pressing his fingertips into his palm.

He seems about as out of breath as Aoba is, also beginning to pant. ]}

I do not wish to stop! I want you to feel very good!
_{[ He kisses his fingers lazily, dragging his lips back down to take a hold of him and engulfing him halfway once more.
Persistent, isn't he? ]}

[ Aoba makes a startled sound, gasping at the rumble of sensation when Karamatsu growls in annoyance with his mouth full. He wasn't expecting that, but he sees that Karamatsu has a determined look on his face. He might not really enjoy doing this, but he wants to anyway. He thinks he's trying to prove a point, by taking his hand away -- gently, with a small reward of a kiss on his fingers that makes it that much harder to resist. It's also in stark contrast to how his hand would get knocked away or held down when his nerves got the better of him. He didn't mind that either but the way Karamatsu does it feels startlingly romantic. ]

You don't have to prove anything... we could always try somethi--hihh!

[ His offer is quickly cut short by the swiftness with which Karamatsu returns to the task. He's so persistent, it irritates Aoba for a moment, particularly because he caused him to make a weird sound, but all he seems able to do is touch his hand when it returns to his cock, watching him through a haze of embarrassment and lust. It's kind of incredible, seeing Karamatsu, who he initially suspected thought of his tastes as disgusting, would be on his knees eagerly and determinedly trying his hand at cocksucking. Aoba brushes his fingers through his hair and against his cheek, sometimes touching the wet space between his hand and mouth as he stimulates him.

Aoba's pulse is racing, that momentary annoyance forgotten as he picks up where he left off. He shifts his hips as that restlessness grows in him, that desire for release. Except he doesn't know if it's nerves or guilt but something is distracting him. ]

...Um, would you... rather have sex? [ Aoba, not everyone is able to just spring back like Noiz. Who's to say Karamatsu is even ready for that?! ]

_{[ Something about Aoba wanting to change ideas seems insulting to him more so than the fact that maybe Aoba is noticing he isn't quite as into this as he thought he would be. He doesn't bother to break off from Aoba to speak again, humming lowly as he picks up the pace with what he's doing. He can taste his partner's pre-cum but at this point nothing is going to prevent him from finishing what he's started, not even Aoba's suggestions. He adjusts his posture, sliding back and forth and sucking harshly at the very tip, casting Aoba a heavy looking glance. Man, it took him no time to orgasm; he's a little embarrassing about that since Aoba is lasting a longer time.

He slows his movements just slightly, scraping his nails lightly against Aoba's thighs and sitting up more straight. He grips his prick once more and gums down his shaft going far enough to tease his testicles with his tongue before coming back around and taking him in full like he did at first. ]}

Kara-kun...?

[ Aoba starts questioningly, he doesn't understand that look or the silence, except that it's a quiet refusal to cease or accept his offer. He doesn't think it's a rejection -- somehow, he doesn't think someone would reject the offer of sex in favor of sucking cock as an insult and Aoba quickly shuts his mouth. He wants to do this, even if he doesn't like it...

Is it because it's him? Or is he trying to prove something? Is he just trying to repay him? Like Noiz so often wanted to do? Aoba doesn't have much time to dwell on these questions, not when that slick, sweet stimulation causes him to pant lightly, struggling to catch his breath. ]

Nn! Ah... [ His hand is trembling a little when he runs it through his hair, unsteady because of the sensations of blunted nails scraping gently over his bare skin feels good, and the hard suck on his cock is of a sharp intensity that he can't take much of but appreciates for its roughness. ]

Careful -- [ Aoba gasps, his chest hitching between shallow, quick breaths. He's nearly at his limit, his nervousness might be keyed high due to Karamatsu's insistence, but likewise his excitement grows with it. He's being so dirty, not answering him at all except to insist on doing this to him. It's... pretty hot, actually. ] It'll be bad if I come while you're...

[ Aw, look at Aoba, getting all concerned about Karamatsu getting come in his mouth. But this is his first time doing it, so sometimes it can be a bit of a shock and... unpleasant. He's reminded about how he dislikes the slimy feel of it but he also gets off on it. It's a general disgust he has that oddly arouses him... he thinks that makes him weird. ]

_{[ It's exhausting. Karamatsu can feel himself nearly suffocating from not getting enough air on top of beginning to get riled up again himself. Yeah, no. He doesn't spring back up just like Noiz does, but the familiar heat from his face is spreading to his ears and down his neck; he feels his knees pull in together slightly.
After a moment of this, he can't do it much longer and Aoba has a point: he doesn't think he can swallow Aoba's release if he tried. Despite his vigor, he chickens out. He pulls back and gasps for air, properly flushed and completely worn out looking as he gives Aoba a glance upward. For somebody who uses such colorful words, he's oddly silent through this other than all the slurps and gulps he's been making. He remains there for a moment, swallowing the mix of saliva and Aoba's pre-cum before easing to his feet and meeting Aoba by pressing their bodies together, burrowing into his neck. He uses his hand for the rest of the way, grabbing Aoba by the cock and beginning to pump him hard and fast. He knows how to use his hand a lot better, slipping his shaft between his index and middle finger for a few pumps and then bringing the pad of his finger over his slit, rubbing in tight, firm circles. ]}

[ When Karamatsu pulls back and gasps for air, Aoba reaches for him and pulls him into his arms, embracing him. Tipping his chin up, he looks dazed over Karamatsu's shoulder as he starts to jerk him off. It's a totally different sensation, it's rougher and purposeful. He's... actually a lot better with his hands than he is, Aoba notes for a moment before his breathing goes wild.

This is it, I'm going to -- and with Karamatsu...!

He knew that they were beyond just friends or soulmates long before this, at least he was in his heart and mind. Maybe it didn't seem that real yet, but now it's impossible to deny. Karamatsu, who has no experience with a guy -- or with anyone, really -- tried like hell to make him feel good. He can feel his exhaustion in the way he breathes and holds him. He wants him to know how grateful he is he tried, and besides... he wants to feel him close, closer... as near to him as he can when he gets all the more desperate to come. His muscles tense up, clinging to Karamatsu as he moans close to his ear. He's right there, and the rush of Karamatsu's hand pumping over his cock is driving him crazy. ]

Hh -- ugh, ah, ahhh...!

[ Reduced to sharp vowel sounds, words fail him as he feels himself tip over the edge. His cock stiffening harder just before the first hot spurt of come gushes out around the finger rubbing the slit. He comes hard enough to make his hips stutter briefly, fucking his fist and crying out hoarsely against his shoulder as he tries to stifle the sound and fails. Coming down off his intense orgasm, Aoba relaxes in increments against him, his breathing slowing. ]

...Nngh. Haah...

_{[ Oh my god, holy shit, he did it. Karamatsu doesn't really know what to do with his hand filled with his release and other parts of his body carrying splatters of it across his skin. He doesn't know how to properly respond to being the cause of somebody's seemingly intense orgasm but all he can think of is that sounded really awesome and he'd love to do that again to Aoba. He settles for wrapping his arms tightly around Aoba and doing his best to keep him on his feet, locking his knees and keeping them both steady; he hadn't expected Aoba to respond to strongly to what he was doing but he certainly isn't complaining. He figures his partner needs a moment to compose himself so he just serves as somebody to lean on and somebody Aoba can embrace.

He falls silent trying to catch his own breath from getting into it himself. ]}

A-ah! You feel nice, don't you? I'm.. very glad I could do that for you! It makes me happy to see you enjoying yourself..
_{[ HE'S TOO VIRGIN TO DO ANYTHING SEXY LIKE SAY SOMETHING SMOOTH OR LICK HIS CUM OFF HIS FINGERS so he just caresses him with his hand that is less sticky. ]}

[ Surprise! Someone actually likes you, Karamatsu! It's not even limited to tolerating his touch but Aoba actually likes kissing and touching him. Usually. Aoba hardly has time to enjoy the afterglow, sagging against Karamatsu after his body just released all that tension he didn't know he was hanging onto. It's been a while, particularly since in the last few years he's grown used to a certain level of 'activity', and to make it even more frustrating, he's been crushing hard on his soulmate for months.

But the moment Karamatsu goes and calls attention to the embarrassing sounds and faces he surely made while in the heat of the moment, Aoba's face instantly heats up again and his instinct to deny everything. Which he can't really do for obvious reasons, but that won't stop him from flustering. ]

O-of course, I mean, it's only because I was so riled up!

[ Aoba settles a little at the caress, reluctantly looking into Karamatsu's face. Wow. He really went overboard with his joke, teasing Karamatsu until one thing lead to another and they ended up like this. He feels good and doesn't really regret it, but he feels a slight pang of guilt that he was Karamatsu's first. Plus, that look on Karamatsu's face is killing him, he's going to die of embarrassment. ]

...Sorry, I kind of got it everywhere. [ And to Karamatsu's credit, he isn't making a big deal of it either. Doesn't it feel gross? ]

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edits this now that I'm more awake

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DIES AT THAT ICON look at that muppet

look at that dicc

Fdhsjkgd Kara so aggressive

he tries

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THAT ICON kara i'm proud of u son

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god dammit my computer restarted and I lost my tag SOB

rip

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