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[ Noiz will find a giftbox left right outside his bedroom door. Inside is a fuzzy, lime green and dark navy blue hoodie with bunny ears. There's a note too: ]

Good morning! Happy Prijata! I saw this yesterday and thought you might like it. - Aoba

[ OOC: Continued from here. ]

[ It's warm out, so Aoba has no coat to hang up, but does hang his keys on a hook near the door as a reminder to take them on his way out. He's been avoiding eye-contact with Noiz the whole ride back from the petting zoo, but could never quite help the nervous glance or two he's stolen from his side of the car.

He's alone with him in this huge shared apartment. Each of them have their own rooms, which is similar to the arrangement in Germany only there are so many other rooms that remain empty on their floor. Noiz had said something bizarre, murmured it nearly against his jawline while bright eyes of the rabbits looked on, their nose eternally wriggling as they breathed their short and shallow breaths.

Aoba could resist his own desires easily enough, but when Noiz had asked to come home with him in that tone and elaborated on it in more gratuitous detail... Aoba had punched him in the arm and fallen silent.

Noiz of course didn't seem to mind it, but he felt guilty nevertheless. And also pointedly no less interested than he was willing NOT to admit... ever. Aoba studies the wall for a moment before he rounds on Noiz, one arm rubbing the other out of sympathy for any bruises that might be forming on Noiz' arm, and because he's nervous. It's not like he doesn't want to be with him, he's just... nervous. ]

...Should I come to your room or... wait in mine?

[Unlike Aoba, Noiz didn't have the same cloud of conflicts swirling around his stomach. He never had any shame when it came to much of anything, much less something that he wanted.

He hadn't had any shame when he'd kissed Aoba in front of that group of kids in Junk Shop Heibon.

So why would he feel any shame to admitting he wanted to fool around with the other when he was so easily asked 'What do you want to do?'

He'd already gotten Aoba into his bed once--even if it was under the pretenses of 'we're both men, there's nothing wrong with it--so getting him there again after Aoba had already told him they were 'close'...

He felt no guilt about it.

If that's what the other wanted ... he saw no reason to decline. They could both enjoy themselves like this, so...

When they enter the housing district, closing the door to their own quarters between them... Noiz fixes Aoba with a very quiet look.]

Ah. 'Wait' in yours?

Did you want to surprise me or something?

[So, about that light bruise on Noiz' arm you were tending to--now's a great time to give him a matching one instead.]

[ It's so like Noiz, to be honest. Shameless and unhindered by the things that hold Aoba back. Aoba is his own worst enemy in that regard and could take a page or two out of Noiz' book now and again, instead of overthinking and worrying often over non-issues. Have a little more faith, not just in Noiz but himself.

Aoba realizes that pressing said bruise rather than trying to massage around it might be lost on Noiz' deadened nerves. He bristles instead. ]

Fine, your room!

[ Grabbing him by the lime green tie, Aoba turns and strides to the door to Noiz' room. He's not letting go, so Noiz can either be led this way or dig in for a game of tug of war. He spins around only as he twists the doorknob with his other hand, then bumps the door open with his hip as he hauls Noiz in, hand over hand, like a sailor taking in rope. ]

Who says I can't surprise you... but I won't fall for that kind of baiting so easily!

[ But he totally is. He's totally falling for it, just like it's so easy for him to grow weak in the knees when Noiz speaks to him low and sweet and seductive in that tone he does sometimes. And like hell he'll admit to it so easily.

As soon as they enter the darkened room, Aoba loosens the tie and slides it out of his collar, then pulls the knitted cap from Noiz' head, sending his hair into a wild riot of a style as he starts after the buttons on his shirt. He's flushed, his heart and pulse running wild despite the way he seems to fight against his own arousal, trying to pin it all on Noiz as his scapegoat pervert. ]

You're an impossibly perverted brat, you know that... right?

[Maybe that was part of Aoba's draw anyway--the fact that he reacted to absolutely everything with an expression of shock or surprise, the way he'd gasp over the smallest of given affections...

And how his face lit up red every time he even suggested something slightly off-coloured to him. He bristles like a cat, his teeth clenching in frustration...

Like a kid petting a cat the wrong way, he enjoyed the reactions if only because Aoba's emotions were so worn on his sleeve. Noiz didn't understand how he could react so strongly, so there was an odd... draw to it.

He watches Aoba with a playful look in his eyes as he's grabbed by his necktie--he's easily drawn into the othe room, and he even lets the other toss his clothing to the side, merely watching for now until the other calls him perverted.

His lips curl up into a quiet smile and he pushes against those hands undoing the buttons on his shirt, his hands grabbing Aoba's wrists. A step forward and he's aiming to direct the other to the bed.]

Aa. I know. [He doesn't see the problem with being called perverted, it's not an insult. Not like some other comments could be.] But you don't really mind.

[Because otherwise, they'd not be here, in his room, right?]

You should be happy, anyway, right. [His head shifts up, looking right at the other with that quietly piercing gaze.] I'm going to show you I appreciate everything. [Something like that, right.]

[ And just like that, his aggression evaporates. Aoba never seems to last long when he attempts to take control of the situation, assert himself in a way more dominant than his nature. He ends up fumbling, making mistakes like going too slow or rushing along too fast. It's a good thing Noiz stops him when he does.

Aoba sees Noiz' hands wind around his wrists and he makes a startled sound, his breath catching high in his throat. That tight grimace Aoba's been wearing to try and push past that instinct to fluster and fight against his own urges and feelings for him falls off with little effort. ]

I do mind!

[ He starts up defensively, his hands pulled away by the wrists and backed up towards the bed makes him instantly want to give up some resistance. There's a thrill that shivers down Aoba's back when Noiz is like this, both attractive and annoying at the same time. Annoying only because he's the older one, what business does Noiz have in acting so cool and confident in the bedroom?! ]

Just... don't hate it sometimes.

[ When confronted with that blunt honesty, Aoba can't help but fall silent, unable to keep giving those flimsy excuses and weak lines of defense against what they both know is true. There hasn't been a time they've been together here that he hasn't at least been struck with some desire to touch and hold him. Has given into that urge more times than he probably should have.

Noiz had endured so much of this foreign tenderness, it almost seemed worse to ask for more. Still, they're in his room, and it's not like Noiz seems put-upon. He's more afraid of how he'll act, when he's in the heat of the moment and all his affection spills out.

Aoba's fingers flex without being able to grab hold of anything, is forced to look into Noiz's face, only to cast his eyes away a moment later, embarrassed. ]

...

If I behave funny, it's only because... [ We're from different timelines of the same reality. I'm head over heels about you. I've been waiting and waiting and it's almost too much to bear. All things he can't say. ]

I haven't in a long time. [ Somehow this is less embarrassing? ]

A long time? [He gives the other a look--something curious, balanced over something questioning as the other flushes and fumbles, his hands pushing back against Noiz' own all too easily. He can tell there's something Aoba's not quite saying--but Noiz is the last man on earth to argue with someone about 'words going unsaid', or something to that effect.

So instead, he just lets something of a smirk run up his face as he leans in, his nose bumping against Aoba's in a none-too-suggestive way. He can hear the other breathe at this close quarters, and he's sure he can almost feel the others' heartbeat in his wrists where he's actively holding back on squeezing the other too hard.]

Well, that makes it fair to both of us.

[A weird, confusing thing to say enough, but he says it with no degree of nervousness as he takes another step forward, attempting to have Aoba move backwards with him.]

Because technically, this will be my 'first' time, you know.

[He looks at him, honestly--no hint of any falsehood in his glance. His last time fooling around with Aoba had been his first time having another have his hands on him, so what he was planning now...]

So it's fine, if you behave funny.

[ When Noiz comes this close, it arrests Aoba's attention. The startled breath he takes shivers briefly as his body reacts to the sudden closeness. He's too close! So close that when he speaks, that low and soft tone seems to sink right into his skin, making it raise in goosebumps all over until he quakes briefly. It's funny how Aoba can both want something so bad and then recoil when it's presented to him on a silver platter. But such is his way, thirsty and always embarrassed by it. ]

First...?

[ Aoba repeats the word in a fluster, the implications not quite sinking in until a good second or two later, when his eyes widen and his body tenses. His heart rate jumps, pulse racing beneath Noiz' hands around his wrists. Is he saying that... all this time? This perverted brat has been all talk, has the nerve to speak so confidently about sex and this is his first time?!

Aoba bristles, the urge to kick his shit rises in an instant. How dare that be kind of sexy?! ]

N-Noiz... you don't mean -- Uwah!

[ The backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he loses his balance, hair lifting as he falls. Instinctively, he tries to yank his arms back to break his fall, and ends up taking Noiz down with him. The collision sweeps the anger right out of him as he jolts against the bed. ]

[It's easy to have the nerve for something so forward when you didn't have any shame to hold you back from it. That sort of nervousness was also easily chased away when you knew you wanted something--a fact that he'll likely later tell the other he needs to think more about.

Otherwise, he'd just be held back for no real good reason. And there's little else that drove him crazy more than being denied what he wanted. (Aoba's already gotten first hints at that.)

Once the other hits the bed, even if he's dragged along with the other--Noiz takes it in stride. Falling with him but being quick enough to catch himself with both hands, settling them on either side of Aoba's head as he stares down at him.]

You can figure out what it means.

[He says, as his eyes flick from... looking a little lower, then back up into Aoba's Eyes. A hand moves from the side of the others' head, letting his fingers draw along his cheek. His thumb brushing just against the others' lip.]

Just relax.

It's not like we haven't played around before.

PRIJATA GIFTING

NSFW (cw: smut); action after Noiz' birthday

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