[Maybe hitting him might send the right message--but then again, it's not like he'd really feel the pain that's supposed to come with being punched with a smack.
He only nods when Aoba mentions that he's more into it, and he can't quite disagree. After all, he was doing this for the other--Not that Aoba's realised it yet--and he has absolutely no qualms about agreeing to the fact that he was the one leading this little adventure of theirs.
Even when Aoba clambers on top of him like that, looking down at him with that blushing expression and twisted, almost annoyed frown down at the younger male.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't like the view. Especially when Aoba pulls his shirt off--Noiz takes very little lesson in subtlety in how he looks the other over, curious for any markings, piercings, or tattoos.
Huh. Nothing.]
...
I thought I made that obvious before.
[He didn't. He really didn't.]
I'm going to repay the service you gave me back in Platinum Jail.
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He only nods when Aoba mentions that he's more into it, and he can't quite disagree. After all, he was doing this for the other--Not that Aoba's realised it yet--and he has absolutely no qualms about agreeing to the fact that he was the one leading this little adventure of theirs.
Even when Aoba clambers on top of him like that, looking down at him with that blushing expression and twisted, almost annoyed frown down at the younger male.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't like the view. Especially when Aoba pulls his shirt off--Noiz takes very little lesson in subtlety in how he looks the other over, curious for any markings, piercings, or tattoos.
Huh. Nothing.]
...
I thought I made that obvious before.
[He didn't. He really didn't.]
I'm going to repay the service you gave me back in Platinum Jail.
[He drags out the word Service, just for you.]