[ Aoba tenses when he sees that smirk and hears that soft amused sound escape Noiz' lips. Wow, here he is, putting his thirst on display and he's teasing him about it!
THIS GUY... sometimes he really wants to hit him! ]
Shut up, you're the one who's into it more than I am...!
[ He mumbles the words, petulant and humiliated as he swings one leg over the other's body and sits on his thighs. His hands take Noiz' again, flushed as he drops his hazel eyes to the scars and poorly healed breaks. They hurt to look at, those marks, but they're the hands of the most treasured annoyance of his life. His irritation subsides, but only enough for him to guide his hands under his shirt, hiking it up as he moves them. He's scrawnier than Noiz, something he'd teased him about in Germany and the memory makes him hitch his breathing as he closes his eyes to the familiar sensation of his hands.
He opens them again, because the feeling is a little different - Noiz can't feel where he's touching, after all. So his hands don't quite explore like he's used to, feeling him like every experience is for the first time. ]
...
[ Okay, even sitting on top of him, the clothes are just getting in the way. He'd have to see to learn, since he can't feel. So Aoba struggles with his remaining scrap of dignity and... pulls off his shirt, then works the buckle of his pants open, lifting his body to try to squirm out of that too. ]
...Difficult?
[ Aoba stops, his pants roughly halfway off his hips. Just what kind of thing was Noiz thinking of doing? Clearly there's no mistake on Aoba's part, not with that maddeningly amused grin on the hacker's face and the willingness with which he rolls over. The blue-haired man looks at the younger one beneath him and hesitates, reluctant to take the bait.
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THIS GUY... sometimes he really wants to hit him! ]
Shut up, you're the one who's into it more than I am...!
[ He mumbles the words, petulant and humiliated as he swings one leg over the other's body and sits on his thighs. His hands take Noiz' again, flushed as he drops his hazel eyes to the scars and poorly healed breaks. They hurt to look at, those marks, but they're the hands of the most treasured annoyance of his life. His irritation subsides, but only enough for him to guide his hands under his shirt, hiking it up as he moves them. He's scrawnier than Noiz, something he'd teased him about in Germany and the memory makes him hitch his breathing as he closes his eyes to the familiar sensation of his hands.
He opens them again, because the feeling is a little different - Noiz can't feel where he's touching, after all. So his hands don't quite explore like he's used to, feeling him like every experience is for the first time. ]
...
[ Okay, even sitting on top of him, the clothes are just getting in the way. He'd have to see to learn, since he can't feel. So Aoba struggles with his remaining scrap of dignity and... pulls off his shirt, then works the buckle of his pants open, lifting his body to try to squirm out of that too. ]
...Difficult?
[ Aoba stops, his pants roughly halfway off his hips. Just what kind of thing was Noiz thinking of doing? Clearly there's no mistake on Aoba's part, not with that maddeningly amused grin on the hacker's face and the willingness with which he rolls over. The blue-haired man looks at the younger one beneath him and hesitates, reluctant to take the bait.
But he does anyway. ]
Wh - why, what did you have in mind?