[Touma lets him move closer, spreads his legs a bit in invitation, too. Touma's kiss is not particularly refined - rather than going for any sort of smooth move, his touch is soft and curious and eager. The pressure against his chest feels good without being overwhelming (his chest - nipples in particular - have always been embarrassingly sensitive) and hearing his name on Aoba's lips makes him shiver.
[Fuck.
[He doesn't even care that Blossom is still awake and probably staring at him, too. Tasting Aoba's words on his tongue is heaven, even if those words are only half-focused. His own body eagerly reacts, and, giving Aoba's tongue another firm lick, he pulls his tongue back a bit to see if Aoba's will follow.
[He should.. speak up about this. Talk it out before they get too taken in by each other. The weight that he's likely to be asking Aoba to tolerate just because he's---
[Strangely, his worries don't feel quite so heavy. Not quite so oppressive.]
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[Fuck.
[He doesn't even care that Blossom is still awake and probably staring at him, too. Tasting Aoba's words on his tongue is heaven, even if those words are only half-focused. His own body eagerly reacts, and, giving Aoba's tongue another firm lick, he pulls his tongue back a bit to see if Aoba's will follow.
[He should.. speak up about this. Talk it out before they get too taken in by each other. The weight that he's likely to be asking Aoba to tolerate just because he's---
[Strangely, his worries don't feel quite so heavy. Not quite so oppressive.]