[Aak understands. While he doesn't suffer the same degree of caring what people think, something that's embarrassing is just embarrassing. Maybe he should have bought something more suited to the task? No way. Having to do it the same way Aak did was bonding. It was bonding Fuuta didn't even know about because Aak won't say it. This is how building relationships works, right?]

Yea, yea, you'll kick my ass real bad, got it. [the person who did this for him was coldly professional about it. Aak doesn't intend to mimic that part. He sidles himself right up against Fuuta's back, resting his chin on the other boy's shoulder.]

If it hurts on accident just say something, and, [he grins, even if Fuuta can't see it,] if it feels good, y'can say something too.

[And, hopefully before Fuuta can react, his hands are up to touch the other's chest from below. The technique Maomao had used, working it up and forward, a bit of pressure but not too much...]