[ He's trying, he really is. As fretting and overthinking seems to come all too easily to Aoba, part of him feels a pang of guilt, even though he knows that this wasn't entirely his idea. In a sense he's already said this was a form of repayment - a 'thank you' for today. That's not a bad thing, that's normal except when you're Noiz, whose whole social experience has been a series of business transactions of a sort.

But Noiz wasn't giving the kind of body language that would lend credibility to this second-guessing - there was no businesslike removal of his clothes like the first time, just enough to haul him out of his pants and wrap his crooked fingers around him. The hands roughened by scars run up his thighs as Aoba settles back down again, his legs on either side of him, hands on his broader shoulders.

The brush against the hard length causes Aoba to exhale in a rush, hazel eyes dropping between them as he breathlessly laughs. ]

Are you teasing me? I told you, it's because we haven't... you know.

[ Aoba tries to reassemble a disapproving pout but fails. As much as he'd like to protest, he doesn't have much ground to stand on. It's true, he's worked up and having it pointed out to him so bluntly makes him feel exposed. It doesn't take very much to rile him up into a fluster, and in a moment his mouth is curving into a light smile he tries to fight - a battle he quickly loses. ]

And... I've never felt Noiz' tongue piercing like that before. I'm a little nervous. [ Actually, more like excited but good luck getting him to admit that willingly. ]