[ When those hands stop moving, Aoba seems to shiver as he prepares for another accidental tickle attack that never comes. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he squints back up at him, then relaxes. His expression is a mix of lingering amusement and irritation, in part because even the tickling has done nothing to discourage his body from responding to their closeness. ]
That - Just now you...
[ Aoba bites his lower lip, tucking his chin and feeling a little like he's being scrutinized under a microscope with that irritable look on Noiz' face. Sheepish, because part of him feels foolish for not thinking that Noiz would know what this is about considering he can't feel something like that. ]
Were a little too gentle with me, it... tickled. There.
[ Describing it feels embarrassing, so Aoba skirts around the details. Sticks to vague terms like 'there' and 'here' and failing to communicate clearly what he wants. He catches himself doing it even now. His face flushes as he takes a hand down from around his neck and covers Noiz' with his own. He can't believe he's about to do this, and he's even surprising himself but he's...
Going to show him, even though it's embarrassing as all hell. ]
...If you use a little pressure, it'll feel different. [ Moving his hand, he guides Noiz' scarred and crooked fingers up his chest. But it's difficult to do, his mobility is limited. Aoba's brows crease as he frets for a moment, fiddling with Noiz' collar as he considers his options. ] Hah, it's hard in this position, so. Um, could you... lay on your back?
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That - Just now you...
[ Aoba bites his lower lip, tucking his chin and feeling a little like he's being scrutinized under a microscope with that irritable look on Noiz' face. Sheepish, because part of him feels foolish for not thinking that Noiz would know what this is about considering he can't feel something like that. ]
Were a little too gentle with me, it... tickled. There.
[ Describing it feels embarrassing, so Aoba skirts around the details. Sticks to vague terms like 'there' and 'here' and failing to communicate clearly what he wants. He catches himself doing it even now. His face flushes as he takes a hand down from around his neck and covers Noiz' with his own. He can't believe he's about to do this, and he's even surprising himself but he's...
Going to show him, even though it's embarrassing as all hell. ]
...If you use a little pressure, it'll feel different. [ Moving his hand, he guides Noiz' scarred and crooked fingers up his chest. But it's difficult to do, his mobility is limited. Aoba's brows crease as he frets for a moment, fiddling with Noiz' collar as he considers his options. ] Hah, it's hard in this position, so. Um, could you... lay on your back?