Clear had to chew his lip to keep the bashful smirk from overtaking his entire face. Oh, he knew Aoba-san liked his cock. He knew how eager Aoba could be to get it inside of him, one way or another. None of it really made the way he was looking at it any less embarrassing, but as the seconds crept by and he quietly considered the shape of Aoba's erection through his jeans, Clear decided it was worth it.

"Ah! Now who's being dirty?" he teased, turning the tables. "If Aoba-san wishes for me to have more self-control, he needs to be a better example! Saaaaaa, just look… Hearing you talk like that really makes it throb! I'm so ashamed!"

But he wasn't. Shy and awkward sure but not humiliated. Fumbling a bit, he reached to take himself in his hand. Recalling what he'd usually do to make Aoba's toes curl, he thumbed his tip. The resulting wash of pleasure, though faint, made him shiver. He did it again, this time giving himself a nice, lazy stroke with a loose fist.

"Mn… Is it all right if I pretend it's Aoba-san's hand? Or do I have to know it's mine?"