Aoi huffs. "Duster, man, I've been flirting with you the whole damn time. Idiot."

He's happy Duster's happy, though, and that he's holding him, and that Duster seems to want him. So he guesses he can't be too mad or anything, since it's working out mostly the way he wanted. Aoi slides his arms around Duster and moves his hands up and down Duster's back in lazy strokes.

"And you still didn't answer my question," he grumbles.