[ Aoba sucks in a sharp breath when they land, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed with one of Noiz' between his, he instinctively puts his hands at his sides to push himself up, then thinks better of it and rests them against Noiz' chest in loose fists that still want to rebel against him mainly because he's right. ]
I...I am relaxed...! But your level of relaxed is overkill!
[ Flustered, Aoba makes only a weak, token effort to resist, before that touch makes him jolt. His lips part when the Noiz brushes it with his thumb and instantly, embarrassingly, Aoba feels his skin grow hot and desire pool deep inside of him, causing him to shift his legs uneasily. He can feel himself getting hard in his jeans and with no way to hide it, he grows more and more restless. ]
Aren't you nervous... even a little?
[ He's not, and in fact more tense than ever. He tries to settle down his heart rate, but Noiz has him figured out. He's a mess of emotions, his body responding to so much of it - the press of Noiz' weight over his body that is at once familiar and comforting,the touch on his lips... the knowledge that this will be Noiz' first time and the worry that gnaws at him that he won't feel a thing. Aoba tightens his lips as he closes his mouth, trying to calm himself but he can feel his excitement building and building. Ugh, how selfish can he get? Getting so worked up like this?
Aoba's eyes drop to the piercings under his lips and lets his fingertips run over them. When they were last intimate, he didn't have them. He'd taken them all out, even the ball on his tongue and the tiny ring under it. All except for his genital piercings were gone and part of him kind of misses their presence. Slipping his hands up his chest, he plays with the folds of his shirt as he struggles with his internal war in silence, hoping that it can distract himself from getting aroused (it doesn't). ]
I'm sorry... you're going this far but... are you going to feel any of it?
[ Even saying it out loud makes his heart hurt. He drapes his arms over his shoulders. ]
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I...I am relaxed...! But your level of relaxed is overkill!
[ Flustered, Aoba makes only a weak, token effort to resist, before that touch makes him jolt. His lips part when the Noiz brushes it with his thumb and instantly, embarrassingly, Aoba feels his skin grow hot and desire pool deep inside of him, causing him to shift his legs uneasily. He can feel himself getting hard in his jeans and with no way to hide it, he grows more and more restless. ]
Aren't you nervous... even a little?
[ He's not, and in fact more tense than ever. He tries to settle down his heart rate, but Noiz has him figured out. He's a mess of emotions, his body responding to so much of it - the press of Noiz' weight over his body that is at once familiar and comforting,the touch on his lips... the knowledge that this will be Noiz' first time and the worry that gnaws at him that he won't feel a thing. Aoba tightens his lips as he closes his mouth, trying to calm himself but he can feel his excitement building and building. Ugh, how selfish can he get? Getting so worked up like this?
Aoba's eyes drop to the piercings under his lips and lets his fingertips run over them. When they were last intimate, he didn't have them. He'd taken them all out, even the ball on his tongue and the tiny ring under it. All except for his genital piercings were gone and part of him kind of misses their presence. Slipping his hands up his chest, he plays with the folds of his shirt as he struggles with his internal war in silence, hoping that it can distract himself from getting aroused (it doesn't). ]
I'm sorry... you're going this far but... are you going to feel any of it?
[ Even saying it out loud makes his heart hurt. He drapes his arms over his shoulders. ]