[ Maybe it's anticipation that makes him shiver, but the press of that hard metal against his tongue sends a thrill down his spine.
Aoba's suddenly even more aware of how embarrassingly hard he already is as Noiz unclasps the belt and opens up his jeans, cock jutting up through his short trunks until the head peeks out from the waistband. Just from something like this - kissing, closeness, the suggestion of applying that pierced tongue to him - he struggles with himself, caught between his insecurity and attraction to the Rhymer.
He lifts himself up with his knees on the bed to make it easier for Noiz to tug down his jeans, his fingers dragging up along his shirt as he reaches for his face. Aoba's fingers brush the rows of earrings along the shell of his ear and the softness of his hair. He's aware that Noiz can't feel any of this, not the way he can, except for his tongue. He lavishes it with attention instead, sucking his tongue and feeling the piercing against his teeth before he pulls away. ]
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Aoba's suddenly even more aware of how embarrassingly hard he already is as Noiz unclasps the belt and opens up his jeans, cock jutting up through his short trunks until the head peeks out from the waistband. Just from something like this - kissing, closeness, the suggestion of applying that pierced tongue to him - he struggles with himself, caught between his insecurity and attraction to the Rhymer.
He lifts himself up with his knees on the bed to make it easier for Noiz to tug down his jeans, his fingers dragging up along his shirt as he reaches for his face. Aoba's fingers brush the rows of earrings along the shell of his ear and the softness of his hair. He's aware that Noiz can't feel any of this, not the way he can, except for his tongue. He lavishes it with attention instead, sucking his tongue and feeling the piercing against his teeth before he pulls away. ]
...Noiz.