[ 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? ]
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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? ]