[ Aoba's surprised himself, to be honest. He feels like he's forcing himself, white-knuckling past things that would have paralyzed him to say or do even if he was thinking it. It's kind of a rush, but it's nothing compared to the feeling of being with the one you're head over heels for.
He remembers that same sensation when Noiz had told him in Germany to cure him by licking the cut on the inside of his cheek, had given him little space or time to offer up resistance and Aoba found himself giving... little to none. He'd done it, felt his cheeks burn from it, but... he didn't die, and Noiz was happy. If he can take these daring steps, inch by slow inch, and it makes Noiz happy, then it's worth the embarrassment. ]
I'll do it.
[ Kick his ass, he means. Aoba's threat carries no weight, his tone too soft as he relishes the intimacy of their foreheads pressed together and the closeness that leaves him sharing the same breath, feeling it hot on his lips. He gives a light, breathless laugh in return, feeling that nervousness bleed out of his limbs as he curls his fingers into the fabric of his shirt. ]
Maybe don't underestimate me next time... pervert.
[ Aoba chases after his mouth, his lips ghosting openly over his a moment before he slips his tongue over his, searching for that small metal ball and timidly brushing over it. ]
no subject
He remembers that same sensation when Noiz had told him in Germany to cure him by licking the cut on the inside of his cheek, had given him little space or time to offer up resistance and Aoba found himself giving... little to none. He'd done it, felt his cheeks burn from it, but... he didn't die, and Noiz was happy. If he can take these daring steps, inch by slow inch, and it makes Noiz happy, then it's worth the embarrassment. ]
I'll do it.
[ Kick his ass, he means. Aoba's threat carries no weight, his tone too soft as he relishes the intimacy of their foreheads pressed together and the closeness that leaves him sharing the same breath, feeling it hot on his lips. He gives a light, breathless laugh in return, feeling that nervousness bleed out of his limbs as he curls his fingers into the fabric of his shirt. ]
Maybe don't underestimate me next time... pervert.
[ Aoba chases after his mouth, his lips ghosting openly over his a moment before he slips his tongue over his, searching for that small metal ball and timidly brushing over it. ]