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It had been a frustrating day. Things had been particularily hectic at Heibon lately and Aoba had stepped in to help Haga-san out even on days he wasn't supposed to work, but that wasn't the source of his current frustration. At least not directly. Accepting his Desire had been a good and very necessary thing, but at times Aoba really wished his other would just shut up. Being stuck at work with a demanding voice in his head complaining that they'd been so busy lately that they hadn't had the energy or time to be as intimate with Clear as usual was not his idea of a good time.

Not that Desire was necessarily wrong, but... still.

C'moooon. It's been like, ages!

It's been a week at most!

Yeah, like I said. Ages.

Uuuugh.

Just lemme out. I'll get us some.

Aoba buried his face in his hands.

Fine, but not until my shift's over.

Desire had accepted that with a certain smug satisfaction about getting his way. He may be content to sit back and let Reason hold the reigns the majority of the time, but sometimes he really wanted out there and experience things for himself. Especially when it was something he knew Reason wanted to do, but was still too embarrassed or shy to take the iniative to.

So when Aoba unlocked the door to the house and stepped inside his whole demeanor was different and his eyes shone gold, and he had only one single goal in mind - to find Clear.

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It'd been a while since Desire had seen Clear so flustered, like he'd been when they'd first started out being intimate, and he found it cute. At the same time he didn't want Clear to be so embarrassed he lost his confidence.

"Yeah," he said, his tone of voice a little reassuring, "It'll make me feel good to see it..." Clear was always so concerned with making Aoba feel good, to have him be the focus of things, and so Aoba figured he might be more comfortable doing this if he knew that Aoba would get something out of it too.



"And you won't be bad at it. 's not that different from touching my dick, and you're really good at that," he added, grinning teasingly.

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"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…"

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Aoba licked his lips slowly at the sight of Clear undressing. Seeing his big, rock-hard cock never failed to make Aoba want. To touch it, suck it... but this time he would have to hold himself back. He definitely wanted to watch Clear take matters into his own hands this time.

"I love your cock, Clear," he said, blunt as always. Clear wasn't as self-conscious as he'd used to be, but evidently there were still situations that brought out that side in him. Good thing then that Aoba was always there to try and boost his confidence.

When he spoke again his voice was back to the sultry and seductive tone he'd used before. "It's so fuckin' big and it feels so good..." he breathed, his own dick swelling in his pants and visibly straining against the confines of his jeans.

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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?"

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Aoba, on the other hand, made no attempt to keep the smirk off of his own face. He wanted to undress as well, but he knew that if he did he'd have a very difficult time holding himself back and he didn't want to rush things too much.



"Ah, but I'm not the one with my pants down and my dick out," he teased right back, as though it had all been Clear's idea.

It wasn't easy to resist when he saw the way Clear touched himself, though. His eyes followed the other's movements, completely enamored by the way his hand slid across the pale flesh and his own cock ached with need. He forced himself to ignore it for now though.

"No, I want you to think about me," he said without an ounce of shame (but that could hardly come as a surprise to anyone by now). "Mmm... but I want you to take all of your clothes off and lay on the bed. I wanna see everything."