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[It's an odd expression he gives Aoba when, of all things, the other starts to laugh.

It's not like he has a problem with the sound, or he thinks it's out of place--

It's just that he can't really figure out what he did to make the other laugh like this. His hands pause on the other for the moment as he really sticks Aoba with that baffled expression.]

...Why are you laughing?

[Because if he's being made fun of right now, it'll really irritate him. (He has no concept of the term 'ticklish.']

[ 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?

[He recognises the word, at least. 'Ticklish' means amazingly little to him, but having the other laugh like that... he seems to consider that he did something to cause it.

He's never heard someone claim he was too gentle, either, so the mere concept of that is just as baffling as the rest of this was. He wasn't about to let it deter him from what he was focused on doing here, but...

He watches his hand a little as Aoba directs it furthur up his chest, settling again as the other seems to get frustrated when he can't go much furthur.

And that request...

It makes the corners of Noiz' lips curl up into a smile.]

...Haa.

That's a pretty bold thing for you to ask.

[Of course he's going to comment on it. Did you think otherwise?

At least he won't linger on it and wait for the other to react--he shifts on the bed against the other before rolling to the side--letting his own back hit the bed as he looks up at him.]

Being down here is going to make what I planned difficult, you know.

[ 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.

But he does anyway. ]

Wh - why, what did you have in mind?

[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.

[He drags out the word Service, just for you.]

[ Aoba's too embarrassed to admit it, but he kind of enjoys the position. It gives him a little more control, it's intense... and pretty intimate. The only problem really lies in his own mind, that uncertainty and nervousness of wanting to impress Noiz again, to find that connection they had in his reality.

Noiz must truly enjoy confusing Aoba if only for that moment where realization dawns on him and he looks positively scandalized. Which is exactly what happens. Aoba blinks with brows pulled down in a concentrated frown. ]

Service...?

[ Just then, that light bulb goes off and Aoba's mind races. Oh. Like when he had gone along with Noiz' crazy idea of letting off steam and despite all his protests ahead of it, he'd gotten off alarmingly quickly... and he's not sure if it was temporary insanity but he sure did escalate the situation.

Use your teeth.

Aoba sucks in a shocked breath and covers his red face in his hands, his skin feeling so hot that he marvels that it doesn't ignite. He just remembered... that tongue piercing. He hadn't felt it at all other than to have it clatter against his teeth when they kissed. This is just too much! ]

You... perverted...! [ Oh my god, he's going to die. Why did Noiz have to put that image in his head? He's going to obsess over it now! ]

[And, as if to make matters worse, when the other calls him perverted... Noiz moves to stick his tongue out between his teeth. Letting that very same little metal bead click against his own teeth almost playfully before withdrawing it.]

What, you're not interested?

[He asks, his tone honestly curious--he can't imagine the other wouldn't be somewhat interested--Aoba's sitting on top of him, after all, but...

Even back to the first time they'd fooled around in that small hotel room back in Midorijima, Aoba constantly made comments about Noiz being a pervert or too forward. So honestly, he's having a hard time telling if Aoba's really into this sort of thing or not.

So...

He moves to sit up, letting his hands move down to grip the others' hips as to not push him off, crowding the others' space all too quickly.]

I can think of some way else to say 'thank you,' if you're not.

[ He saw that, you brat. Peeking at him from the small cracks in his fingers as he covers his face, ashamed of himself. He feels teased in more ways than one, wanting this and also wanting to hide under covers never to be seen again. It's hard to admit his feelings, he's still so nervous about communicating what he wants, bristles and hisses in denial despite the fact that he clearly enjoys these things.

But bit by bit, Noiz seems to draw him out of his shell. Maybe he's getting desensitized to some of the taboo behind the things Noiz suggests.

Aoba pulls his hands away when he feels him come closer, his face still beet red as his mind fixates and obsesses over the idea. Noiz has just enough time to finish his sentence before Aoba throws himself at him with all the thirst of a fan girl at a popular boy band concert, nearly swallows the word 'not' as he holds his face to kiss him.

The belt buckle rattles as Aoba shifts under the hands on his hips, his knees drawing in to tighten around on either side of the hacker's thighs. He kisses him full and deep, licking the seam of his mouth and nipping his lip before he pulls away. ]

After saying something like that...! [ He's all riled up now, this is unfair! ] If you don't... I swear I'll kick your ass.

[Ah, that...

Of all things, he doesn't expect the other to suddenly grab him like that. A clash of lips against his own, the warm feeling of the others' tongue brush against his own--the only heat he could feel. It sends a tingle up his spine that, unfortunately, he doesn't quite feel--but it's enough to make his fingers grip at the others' belt a little bit tighter in anticipation.]

Haa, that's a heavy threat. [A smile curls up his lips as he leans in again, bumping his forehead against Aoba's.] I don't remember you being this assertive.

[It's... amusing, and a little refreshing. He's not shy as he'd been the first time they were this close, and he's going to take advantage of that. Staring at the other as he huffs out a light laugh against the others' lips.]

I don't have any reason not to follow through with what I say.

[ 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. ]

[He won't really have any time to respond as the others' mouth makes claim on his own. Not that he has any complaints about that right now, letting out a low murmur against Aoba's lips as he opens his own mouth a little more to allow the other to find what he's looking for.

So much so that when Aoba's tongue brushes against it, Noiz will purposefully push the warm little metal bead against the others' tongue as his eyes slip closed.

His hands move from the others' hips. Drawing his fingers along the line of his belt. Looking for the spot where it clips together, not being one bit shy in how he makes an effort to undo the secure clasps, aiming to tug it off as he kisses the other back.]

[ Maybe it's anticipation that makes him shiver, but the press of that hard metal against his tongue sends a thrill down his spine.

Aoba's suddenly even more aware of how embarrassingly hard he already is as Noiz unclasps the belt and opens up his jeans, cock jutting up through his short trunks until the head peeks out from the waistband. Just from something like this - kissing, closeness, the suggestion of applying that pierced tongue to him - he struggles with himself, caught between his insecurity and attraction to the Rhymer.

He lifts himself up with his knees on the bed to make it easier for Noiz to tug down his jeans, his fingers dragging up along his shirt as he reaches for his face. Aoba's fingers brush the rows of earrings along the shell of his ear and the softness of his hair. He's aware that Noiz can't feel any of this, not the way he can, except for his tongue. He lavishes it with attention instead, sucking his tongue and feeling the piercing against his teeth before he pulls away. ]

...Noiz.

[At the very least, the apparent drive the other had to make Noiz feel something was apparent. A bit of a curiosity, how he seemed to be so concentrated on keeping Noiz's mouth busy, tugging at that little metal bead and dragging his tongue along his own. He could feel the heat of the others' mouth like this, and even if the rest of his body wasn't quite as receptive as he wished--he was still capable of enjoying himself.

While normally his biting comment of don't touch me was quick to pass his lips when someone put their hands on him, the closeness here was something he normally pushed away because it was easier. But that doesn't mean he didn't crave it--something normal, something every normal person was allowed to experience. So even if the numbness in his body wouldn't let him feel the others' pulse, the warmth of his skin--he's still able of finding ways to derive pleasure from such a simple act.

Taking his time to tug the others' Jeans off enough to free him from them, his hands aren't one bit shy in dragging their way back up his thighs--fingernails digging in lightly against slightly toned muscle. One hand moves away from his hip--just enough to let the backs of his fingers brush against the side of the others' cock. He hasn't once taken his eyes off the other, a low hum in response to the other whispering his name in his mouth, and he can't help but to chuckle.]

You're really worked up already.

[ He's trying, he really is. As fretting and overthinking seems to come all too easily to Aoba, part of him feels a pang of guilt, even though he knows that this wasn't entirely his idea. In a sense he's already said this was a form of repayment - a 'thank you' for today. That's not a bad thing, that's normal except when you're Noiz, whose whole social experience has been a series of business transactions of a sort.

But Noiz wasn't giving the kind of body language that would lend credibility to this second-guessing - there was no businesslike removal of his clothes like the first time, just enough to haul him out of his pants and wrap his crooked fingers around him. The hands roughened by scars run up his thighs as Aoba settles back down again, his legs on either side of him, hands on his broader shoulders.

The brush against the hard length causes Aoba to exhale in a rush, hazel eyes dropping between them as he breathlessly laughs. ]

Are you teasing me? I told you, it's because we haven't... you know.

[ Aoba tries to reassemble a disapproving pout but fails. As much as he'd like to protest, he doesn't have much ground to stand on. It's true, he's worked up and having it pointed out to him so bluntly makes him feel exposed. It doesn't take very much to rile him up into a fluster, and in a moment his mouth is curving into a light smile he tries to fight - a battle he quickly loses. ]

And... I've never felt Noiz' tongue piercing like that before. I'm a little nervous. [ Actually, more like excited but good luck getting him to admit that willingly. ]

[Maybe he was teasing the other--just a little. Not like he'd straight up and say that to Aoba's face right now, though. Honestly, while he wasn't exactly nervous himself--he didn't want to chase the other off either. Just because he was casual and cool-headed in a situation like this didn't mean he should expect the same of the other.

After all, it had taken quite a bit to get the other to loosen up a bit before, back in Platinum Jail--and even then Aoba had been stiff and awkward about the whole ordeal.

So instead, he shakes his head once. Casting a quiet glance up at the other to almost assure him that it was alright to be nervous.]

...I originally got it to see what it'd feel like. [The tongue piercing, he means. His lips quirking up a little as he gazes at the other now. Shifting to wrap his fingers more fully around the other, purposefully being gentle, as opposed to his usual unaware, hard grip.]

You'll have to tell me if it really does make it feel more intense.

Did it hurt?

[ Oral with a piercing. This could really go either way - Aoba has heard stories of how they're supposed to feel better but... well. It'll be an experience.

Aoba's breaths are already short and quick, light and excited as he leans back on his elbows, watching Noiz position himself. When he feels his scarred hands on him, he holds his breath, waiting for that slightly rough touch he's come to know. It's not bad by any means, but it's when he feels Noiz actively showing restraint to be as comfortable as he can given his condition that makes Aoba feel restless and vaguely impatient. Grateful too, but Aoba is ever at war with himself when it comes to sex. ]

...Mm. [ He bobs his head as his answer, nodding. Looking down at himself, it's somehow a little less embarrassing that he's this hard with Noiz' fingers wrapped around him, not being touched at all and being so aroused felt weirdly shameful. And of course it's at this moment that the memory of their positions being reversed come to the surface, heightening that sensation to the point where Aoba stifles a laugh. ]

It wasn't very long ago that I was in your place. [ Aoba reaches out and brushes at Noiz' hair. ] Don't bite, okay?

[He can't help a light laugh when Aoba warns him not to bite, his eyes closing a little with a shake of his head. Maybe part of him should be embarassed that he'd asked the other to use his teeth on him before, but he could hardly be blamed. He could feel it better like that, so it was fine, right?

That aside, he had better things to be thinking about. Or more accurately, better things to be concentrating on. Without another real word to the other after the light laugh, he's going to shift a little over the other. Much like with all his other actions when it came to this sort of thing, he shows absolutely no shyness or hesitation before going ahead with them.

Careful at first, letting a breath of warm air touch the tip of the others' cock first, it's not more than a moment after that Noiz's lips touch it, opening his mouth to let his tongue swirl along the underside in the same careful movement. While the warmth of his tongue should be enough, the ball bearing against his tongue swipes cooly against the underside of the others' member as well. Even if, in Noiz' memory, they haven't done this before--that single touch for Aoba might be unexpected as all hell--but at least not entirely unpleasant.]

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