[At the very least, the apparent drive the other had to make Noiz feel something was apparent. A bit of a curiosity, how he seemed to be so concentrated on keeping Noiz's mouth busy, tugging at that little metal bead and dragging his tongue along his own. He could feel the heat of the others' mouth like this, and even if the rest of his body wasn't quite as receptive as he wished--he was still capable of enjoying himself.
While normally his biting comment of don't touch me was quick to pass his lips when someone put their hands on him, the closeness here was something he normally pushed away because it was easier. But that doesn't mean he didn't crave it--something normal, something every normal person was allowed to experience. So even if the numbness in his body wouldn't let him feel the others' pulse, the warmth of his skin--he's still able of finding ways to derive pleasure from such a simple act.
Taking his time to tug the others' Jeans off enough to free him from them, his hands aren't one bit shy in dragging their way back up his thighs--fingernails digging in lightly against slightly toned muscle. One hand moves away from his hip--just enough to let the backs of his fingers brush against the side of the others' cock. He hasn't once taken his eyes off the other, a low hum in response to the other whispering his name in his mouth, and he can't help but to chuckle.]
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While normally his biting comment of don't touch me was quick to pass his lips when someone put their hands on him, the closeness here was something he normally pushed away because it was easier. But that doesn't mean he didn't crave it--something normal, something every normal person was allowed to experience. So even if the numbness in his body wouldn't let him feel the others' pulse, the warmth of his skin--he's still able of finding ways to derive pleasure from such a simple act.
Taking his time to tug the others' Jeans off enough to free him from them, his hands aren't one bit shy in dragging their way back up his thighs--fingernails digging in lightly against slightly toned muscle. One hand moves away from his hip--just enough to let the backs of his fingers brush against the side of the others' cock. He hasn't once taken his eyes off the other, a low hum in response to the other whispering his name in his mouth, and he can't help but to chuckle.]
You're really worked up already.