"A-Ah—hahaha," he laughed, nervous but also a bit relieved. "You're right," he added, trying to smile a little, to hopefully make light of an awkward situation. Had it been Aoba doing this he would've been nothing but encouraging, so he had to believe Aoba-san truly meant it when the roles were reversed. "It isn't much different, I don't think. Probably! I-I mean, Aoba-san's looks much nicer but they react the same way, right?"

Metal jingled and his belt sagged, chased down by his lowering zipper. Underneath his plain underwear still sat full and tight, stretched over an erection that didn't succumb to performance anxiety. He hesitated, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged it low. His cock sprang up, standing stiffly between them.

"It… isn't bad, is it? You've had it in your mouth lots but that's different from just looking. I hope it's okay…"