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[ Noiz will find a giftbox left right outside his bedroom door. Inside is a fuzzy, lime green and dark navy blue hoodie with bunny ears. There's a note too: ]
Good morning! Happy Prijata! I saw this yesterday and thought you might like it. - Aoba
[ OOC: Continued from here. ]
[ It's warm out, so Aoba has no coat to hang up, but does hang his keys on a hook near the door as a reminder to take them on his way out. He's been avoiding eye-contact with Noiz the whole ride back from the petting zoo, but could never quite help the nervous glance or two he's stolen from his side of the car.
He's alone with him in this huge shared apartment. Each of them have their own rooms, which is similar to the arrangement in Germany only there are so many other rooms that remain empty on their floor. Noiz had said something bizarre, murmured it nearly against his jawline while bright eyes of the rabbits looked on, their nose eternally wriggling as they breathed their short and shallow breaths.
Aoba could resist his own desires easily enough, but when Noiz had asked to come home with him in that tone and elaborated on it in more gratuitous detail... Aoba had punched him in the arm and fallen silent.
Noiz of course didn't seem to mind it, but he felt guilty nevertheless. And also pointedly no less interested than he was willing NOT to admit... ever. Aoba studies the wall for a moment before he rounds on Noiz, one arm rubbing the other out of sympathy for any bruises that might be forming on Noiz' arm, and because he's nervous. It's not like he doesn't want to be with him, he's just... nervous. ]
...Should I come to your room or... wait in mine?
[ It's warm out, so Aoba has no coat to hang up, but does hang his keys on a hook near the door as a reminder to take them on his way out. He's been avoiding eye-contact with Noiz the whole ride back from the petting zoo, but could never quite help the nervous glance or two he's stolen from his side of the car.
He's alone with him in this huge shared apartment. Each of them have their own rooms, which is similar to the arrangement in Germany only there are so many other rooms that remain empty on their floor. Noiz had said something bizarre, murmured it nearly against his jawline while bright eyes of the rabbits looked on, their nose eternally wriggling as they breathed their short and shallow breaths.
Aoba could resist his own desires easily enough, but when Noiz had asked to come home with him in that tone and elaborated on it in more gratuitous detail... Aoba had punched him in the arm and fallen silent.
Noiz of course didn't seem to mind it, but he felt guilty nevertheless. And also pointedly no less interested than he was willing NOT to admit... ever. Aoba studies the wall for a moment before he rounds on Noiz, one arm rubbing the other out of sympathy for any bruises that might be forming on Noiz' arm, and because he's nervous. It's not like he doesn't want to be with him, he's just... nervous. ]
...Should I come to your room or... wait in mine?
[Unlike Aoba, Noiz didn't have the same cloud of conflicts swirling around his stomach. He never had any shame when it came to much of anything, much less something that he wanted.
He hadn't had any shame when he'd kissed Aoba in front of that group of kids in Junk Shop Heibon.
So why would he feel any shame to admitting he wanted to fool around with the other when he was so easily asked 'What do you want to do?'
He'd already gotten Aoba into his bed once--even if it was under the pretenses of 'we're both men, there's nothing wrong with it--so getting him there again after Aoba had already told him they were 'close'...
He felt no guilt about it.
If that's what the other wanted ... he saw no reason to decline. They could both enjoy themselves like this, so...
When they enter the housing district, closing the door to their own quarters between them... Noiz fixes Aoba with a very quiet look.]
Ah. 'Wait' in yours?
Did you want to surprise me or something?
[So, about that light bruise on Noiz' arm you were tending to--now's a great time to give him a matching one instead.]
He hadn't had any shame when he'd kissed Aoba in front of that group of kids in Junk Shop Heibon.
So why would he feel any shame to admitting he wanted to fool around with the other when he was so easily asked 'What do you want to do?'
He'd already gotten Aoba into his bed once--even if it was under the pretenses of 'we're both men, there's nothing wrong with it--so getting him there again after Aoba had already told him they were 'close'...
He felt no guilt about it.
If that's what the other wanted ... he saw no reason to decline. They could both enjoy themselves like this, so...
When they enter the housing district, closing the door to their own quarters between them... Noiz fixes Aoba with a very quiet look.]
Ah. 'Wait' in yours?
Did you want to surprise me or something?
[So, about that light bruise on Noiz' arm you were tending to--now's a great time to give him a matching one instead.]
[ It's so like Noiz, to be honest. Shameless and unhindered by the things that hold Aoba back. Aoba is his own worst enemy in that regard and could take a page or two out of Noiz' book now and again, instead of overthinking and worrying often over non-issues. Have a little more faith, not just in Noiz but himself.
Aoba realizes that pressing said bruise rather than trying to massage around it might be lost on Noiz' deadened nerves. He bristles instead. ]
Fine, your room!
[ Grabbing him by the lime green tie, Aoba turns and strides to the door to Noiz' room. He's not letting go, so Noiz can either be led this way or dig in for a game of tug of war. He spins around only as he twists the doorknob with his other hand, then bumps the door open with his hip as he hauls Noiz in, hand over hand, like a sailor taking in rope. ]
Who says I can't surprise you... but I won't fall for that kind of baiting so easily!
[ But he totally is. He's totally falling for it, just like it's so easy for him to grow weak in the knees when Noiz speaks to him low and sweet and seductive in that tone he does sometimes. And like hell he'll admit to it so easily.
As soon as they enter the darkened room, Aoba loosens the tie and slides it out of his collar, then pulls the knitted cap from Noiz' head, sending his hair into a wild riot of a style as he starts after the buttons on his shirt. He's flushed, his heart and pulse running wild despite the way he seems to fight against his own arousal, trying to pin it all on Noiz as his scapegoat pervert. ]
You're an impossibly perverted brat, you know that... right?
Aoba realizes that pressing said bruise rather than trying to massage around it might be lost on Noiz' deadened nerves. He bristles instead. ]
Fine, your room!
[ Grabbing him by the lime green tie, Aoba turns and strides to the door to Noiz' room. He's not letting go, so Noiz can either be led this way or dig in for a game of tug of war. He spins around only as he twists the doorknob with his other hand, then bumps the door open with his hip as he hauls Noiz in, hand over hand, like a sailor taking in rope. ]
Who says I can't surprise you... but I won't fall for that kind of baiting so easily!
[ But he totally is. He's totally falling for it, just like it's so easy for him to grow weak in the knees when Noiz speaks to him low and sweet and seductive in that tone he does sometimes. And like hell he'll admit to it so easily.
As soon as they enter the darkened room, Aoba loosens the tie and slides it out of his collar, then pulls the knitted cap from Noiz' head, sending his hair into a wild riot of a style as he starts after the buttons on his shirt. He's flushed, his heart and pulse running wild despite the way he seems to fight against his own arousal, trying to pin it all on Noiz as his scapegoat pervert. ]
You're an impossibly perverted brat, you know that... right?
[Maybe that was part of Aoba's draw anyway--the fact that he reacted to absolutely everything with an expression of shock or surprise, the way he'd gasp over the smallest of given affections...
And how his face lit up red every time he even suggested something slightly off-coloured to him. He bristles like a cat, his teeth clenching in frustration...
Like a kid petting a cat the wrong way, he enjoyed the reactions if only because Aoba's emotions were so worn on his sleeve. Noiz didn't understand how he could react so strongly, so there was an odd... draw to it.
He watches Aoba with a playful look in his eyes as he's grabbed by his necktie--he's easily drawn into the othe room, and he even lets the other toss his clothing to the side, merely watching for now until the other calls him perverted.
His lips curl up into a quiet smile and he pushes against those hands undoing the buttons on his shirt, his hands grabbing Aoba's wrists. A step forward and he's aiming to direct the other to the bed.]
Aa. I know. [He doesn't see the problem with being called perverted, it's not an insult. Not like some other comments could be.] But you don't really mind.
[Because otherwise, they'd not be here, in his room, right?]
You should be happy, anyway, right. [His head shifts up, looking right at the other with that quietly piercing gaze.] I'm going to show you I appreciate everything. [Something like that, right.]
And how his face lit up red every time he even suggested something slightly off-coloured to him. He bristles like a cat, his teeth clenching in frustration...
Like a kid petting a cat the wrong way, he enjoyed the reactions if only because Aoba's emotions were so worn on his sleeve. Noiz didn't understand how he could react so strongly, so there was an odd... draw to it.
He watches Aoba with a playful look in his eyes as he's grabbed by his necktie--he's easily drawn into the othe room, and he even lets the other toss his clothing to the side, merely watching for now until the other calls him perverted.
His lips curl up into a quiet smile and he pushes against those hands undoing the buttons on his shirt, his hands grabbing Aoba's wrists. A step forward and he's aiming to direct the other to the bed.]
Aa. I know. [He doesn't see the problem with being called perverted, it's not an insult. Not like some other comments could be.] But you don't really mind.
[Because otherwise, they'd not be here, in his room, right?]
You should be happy, anyway, right. [His head shifts up, looking right at the other with that quietly piercing gaze.] I'm going to show you I appreciate everything. [Something like that, right.]
[ And just like that, his aggression evaporates. Aoba never seems to last long when he attempts to take control of the situation, assert himself in a way more dominant than his nature. He ends up fumbling, making mistakes like going too slow or rushing along too fast. It's a good thing Noiz stops him when he does.
Aoba sees Noiz' hands wind around his wrists and he makes a startled sound, his breath catching high in his throat. That tight grimace Aoba's been wearing to try and push past that instinct to fluster and fight against his own urges and feelings for him falls off with little effort. ]
I do mind!
[ He starts up defensively, his hands pulled away by the wrists and backed up towards the bed makes him instantly want to give up some resistance. There's a thrill that shivers down Aoba's back when Noiz is like this, both attractive and annoying at the same time. Annoying only because he's the older one, what business does Noiz have in acting so cool and confident in the bedroom?! ]
Just... don't hate it sometimes.
[ When confronted with that blunt honesty, Aoba can't help but fall silent, unable to keep giving those flimsy excuses and weak lines of defense against what they both know is true. There hasn't been a time they've been together here that he hasn't at least been struck with some desire to touch and hold him. Has given into that urge more times than he probably should have.
Noiz had endured so much of this foreign tenderness, it almost seemed worse to ask for more. Still, they're in his room, and it's not like Noiz seems put-upon. He's more afraid of how he'll act, when he's in the heat of the moment and all his affection spills out.
Aoba's fingers flex without being able to grab hold of anything, is forced to look into Noiz's face, only to cast his eyes away a moment later, embarrassed. ]
...
If I behave funny, it's only because... [ We're from different timelines of the same reality. I'm head over heels about you. I've been waiting and waiting and it's almost too much to bear. All things he can't say. ]
I haven't in a long time. [ Somehow this is less embarrassing? ]
Aoba sees Noiz' hands wind around his wrists and he makes a startled sound, his breath catching high in his throat. That tight grimace Aoba's been wearing to try and push past that instinct to fluster and fight against his own urges and feelings for him falls off with little effort. ]
I do mind!
[ He starts up defensively, his hands pulled away by the wrists and backed up towards the bed makes him instantly want to give up some resistance. There's a thrill that shivers down Aoba's back when Noiz is like this, both attractive and annoying at the same time. Annoying only because he's the older one, what business does Noiz have in acting so cool and confident in the bedroom?! ]
Just... don't hate it sometimes.
[ When confronted with that blunt honesty, Aoba can't help but fall silent, unable to keep giving those flimsy excuses and weak lines of defense against what they both know is true. There hasn't been a time they've been together here that he hasn't at least been struck with some desire to touch and hold him. Has given into that urge more times than he probably should have.
Noiz had endured so much of this foreign tenderness, it almost seemed worse to ask for more. Still, they're in his room, and it's not like Noiz seems put-upon. He's more afraid of how he'll act, when he's in the heat of the moment and all his affection spills out.
Aoba's fingers flex without being able to grab hold of anything, is forced to look into Noiz's face, only to cast his eyes away a moment later, embarrassed. ]
...
If I behave funny, it's only because... [ We're from different timelines of the same reality. I'm head over heels about you. I've been waiting and waiting and it's almost too much to bear. All things he can't say. ]
I haven't in a long time. [ Somehow this is less embarrassing? ]
A long time? [He gives the other a look--something curious, balanced over something questioning as the other flushes and fumbles, his hands pushing back against Noiz' own all too easily. He can tell there's something Aoba's not quite saying--but Noiz is the last man on earth to argue with someone about 'words going unsaid', or something to that effect.
So instead, he just lets something of a smirk run up his face as he leans in, his nose bumping against Aoba's in a none-too-suggestive way. He can hear the other breathe at this close quarters, and he's sure he can almost feel the others' heartbeat in his wrists where he's actively holding back on squeezing the other too hard.]
Well, that makes it fair to both of us.
[A weird, confusing thing to say enough, but he says it with no degree of nervousness as he takes another step forward, attempting to have Aoba move backwards with him.]
Because technically, this will be my 'first' time, you know.
[He looks at him, honestly--no hint of any falsehood in his glance. His last time fooling around with Aoba had been his first time having another have his hands on him, so what he was planning now...]
So it's fine, if you behave funny.
So instead, he just lets something of a smirk run up his face as he leans in, his nose bumping against Aoba's in a none-too-suggestive way. He can hear the other breathe at this close quarters, and he's sure he can almost feel the others' heartbeat in his wrists where he's actively holding back on squeezing the other too hard.]
Well, that makes it fair to both of us.
[A weird, confusing thing to say enough, but he says it with no degree of nervousness as he takes another step forward, attempting to have Aoba move backwards with him.]
Because technically, this will be my 'first' time, you know.
[He looks at him, honestly--no hint of any falsehood in his glance. His last time fooling around with Aoba had been his first time having another have his hands on him, so what he was planning now...]
So it's fine, if you behave funny.
[ When Noiz comes this close, it arrests Aoba's attention. The startled breath he takes shivers briefly as his body reacts to the sudden closeness. He's too close! So close that when he speaks, that low and soft tone seems to sink right into his skin, making it raise in goosebumps all over until he quakes briefly. It's funny how Aoba can both want something so bad and then recoil when it's presented to him on a silver platter. But such is his way, thirsty and always embarrassed by it. ]
First...?
[ Aoba repeats the word in a fluster, the implications not quite sinking in until a good second or two later, when his eyes widen and his body tenses. His heart rate jumps, pulse racing beneath Noiz' hands around his wrists. Is he saying that... all this time? This perverted brat has been all talk, has the nerve to speak so confidently about sex and this is his first time?!
Aoba bristles, the urge to kick his shit rises in an instant. How dare that be kind of sexy?! ]
N-Noiz... you don't mean -- Uwah!
[ The backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he loses his balance, hair lifting as he falls. Instinctively, he tries to yank his arms back to break his fall, and ends up taking Noiz down with him. The collision sweeps the anger right out of him as he jolts against the bed. ]
First...?
[ Aoba repeats the word in a fluster, the implications not quite sinking in until a good second or two later, when his eyes widen and his body tenses. His heart rate jumps, pulse racing beneath Noiz' hands around his wrists. Is he saying that... all this time? This perverted brat has been all talk, has the nerve to speak so confidently about sex and this is his first time?!
Aoba bristles, the urge to kick his shit rises in an instant. How dare that be kind of sexy?! ]
N-Noiz... you don't mean -- Uwah!
[ The backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he loses his balance, hair lifting as he falls. Instinctively, he tries to yank his arms back to break his fall, and ends up taking Noiz down with him. The collision sweeps the anger right out of him as he jolts against the bed. ]
[It's easy to have the nerve for something so forward when you didn't have any shame to hold you back from it. That sort of nervousness was also easily chased away when you knew you wanted something--a fact that he'll likely later tell the other he needs to think more about.
Otherwise, he'd just be held back for no real good reason. And there's little else that drove him crazy more than being denied what he wanted. (Aoba's already gotten first hints at that.)
Once the other hits the bed, even if he's dragged along with the other--Noiz takes it in stride. Falling with him but being quick enough to catch himself with both hands, settling them on either side of Aoba's head as he stares down at him.]
You can figure out what it means.
[He says, as his eyes flick from... looking a little lower, then back up into Aoba's Eyes. A hand moves from the side of the others' head, letting his fingers draw along his cheek. His thumb brushing just against the others' lip.]
Just relax.
It's not like we haven't played around before.
Otherwise, he'd just be held back for no real good reason. And there's little else that drove him crazy more than being denied what he wanted. (Aoba's already gotten first hints at that.)
Once the other hits the bed, even if he's dragged along with the other--Noiz takes it in stride. Falling with him but being quick enough to catch himself with both hands, settling them on either side of Aoba's head as he stares down at him.]
You can figure out what it means.
[He says, as his eyes flick from... looking a little lower, then back up into Aoba's Eyes. A hand moves from the side of the others' head, letting his fingers draw along his cheek. His thumb brushing just against the others' lip.]
Just relax.
It's not like we haven't played around before.
[ Aoba sucks in a sharp breath when they land, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed with one of Noiz' between his, he instinctively puts his hands at his sides to push himself up, then thinks better of it and rests them against Noiz' chest in loose fists that still want to rebel against him mainly because he's right. ]
I...I am relaxed...! But your level of relaxed is overkill!
[ Flustered, Aoba makes only a weak, token effort to resist, before that touch makes him jolt. His lips part when the Noiz brushes it with his thumb and instantly, embarrassingly, Aoba feels his skin grow hot and desire pool deep inside of him, causing him to shift his legs uneasily. He can feel himself getting hard in his jeans and with no way to hide it, he grows more and more restless. ]
Aren't you nervous... even a little?
[ He's not, and in fact more tense than ever. He tries to settle down his heart rate, but Noiz has him figured out. He's a mess of emotions, his body responding to so much of it - the press of Noiz' weight over his body that is at once familiar and comforting,the touch on his lips... the knowledge that this will be Noiz' first time and the worry that gnaws at him that he won't feel a thing. Aoba tightens his lips as he closes his mouth, trying to calm himself but he can feel his excitement building and building. Ugh, how selfish can he get? Getting so worked up like this?
Aoba's eyes drop to the piercings under his lips and lets his fingertips run over them. When they were last intimate, he didn't have them. He'd taken them all out, even the ball on his tongue and the tiny ring under it. All except for his genital piercings were gone and part of him kind of misses their presence. Slipping his hands up his chest, he plays with the folds of his shirt as he struggles with his internal war in silence, hoping that it can distract himself from getting aroused (it doesn't). ]
I'm sorry... you're going this far but... are you going to feel any of it?
[ Even saying it out loud makes his heart hurt. He drapes his arms over his shoulders. ]
I...I am relaxed...! But your level of relaxed is overkill!
[ Flustered, Aoba makes only a weak, token effort to resist, before that touch makes him jolt. His lips part when the Noiz brushes it with his thumb and instantly, embarrassingly, Aoba feels his skin grow hot and desire pool deep inside of him, causing him to shift his legs uneasily. He can feel himself getting hard in his jeans and with no way to hide it, he grows more and more restless. ]
Aren't you nervous... even a little?
[ He's not, and in fact more tense than ever. He tries to settle down his heart rate, but Noiz has him figured out. He's a mess of emotions, his body responding to so much of it - the press of Noiz' weight over his body that is at once familiar and comforting,the touch on his lips... the knowledge that this will be Noiz' first time and the worry that gnaws at him that he won't feel a thing. Aoba tightens his lips as he closes his mouth, trying to calm himself but he can feel his excitement building and building. Ugh, how selfish can he get? Getting so worked up like this?
Aoba's eyes drop to the piercings under his lips and lets his fingertips run over them. When they were last intimate, he didn't have them. He'd taken them all out, even the ball on his tongue and the tiny ring under it. All except for his genital piercings were gone and part of him kind of misses their presence. Slipping his hands up his chest, he plays with the folds of his shirt as he struggles with his internal war in silence, hoping that it can distract himself from getting aroused (it doesn't). ]
I'm sorry... you're going this far but... are you going to feel any of it?
[ Even saying it out loud makes his heart hurt. He drapes his arms over his shoulders. ]
Edited 2017-07-22 01:59 (UTC)
I've told you before. It's just bodily functions, it's nothing to be embarrassed about.
[The logical part of Noiz' brain was easy to translate to real life: Sex was a natural part of life, so there really wasn't any sort of 'Overkill' about any of this in his head. However he IS aware--by now--that his own thoughts and processes differ (heavily) from the societal norm, so...]
I'm not nervous. But it's okay if you are.
[Progress, see.
His eyes flickering up to look at the other as that conflicted expression is worn so obviously on the others' sleeve. It was so easy to read, and it reflected almost everything the other was thinking. He couldn't imagine himself being like that, so it's...
Curious.
Almost as curious as that question, followed by the others' arms coming up and around him. He'll use that leverage to slowly pull the others' shirt up, thanks--calloused and scarred fingers running up Aoba's ribs.]
I can feel it, if it's intense enough. Remember?
[Use your teeth.]
[The logical part of Noiz' brain was easy to translate to real life: Sex was a natural part of life, so there really wasn't any sort of 'Overkill' about any of this in his head. However he IS aware--by now--that his own thoughts and processes differ (heavily) from the societal norm, so...]
I'm not nervous. But it's okay if you are.
[Progress, see.
His eyes flickering up to look at the other as that conflicted expression is worn so obviously on the others' sleeve. It was so easy to read, and it reflected almost everything the other was thinking. He couldn't imagine himself being like that, so it's...
Curious.
Almost as curious as that question, followed by the others' arms coming up and around him. He'll use that leverage to slowly pull the others' shirt up, thanks--calloused and scarred fingers running up Aoba's ribs.]
I can feel it, if it's intense enough. Remember?
[Use your teeth.]
[ Somehow, Noiz' casual approach to sex makes him nervous, embarrassed and hot under the collar all at once. It's frustrating, because even though he's no longer a teenager, Aoba still thinks of him as that perverted brat he's fallen head over heels for. ]
I-intense...?
[ Right on cue, that instantly makes him nervous. A thousand scenarios and ways 'intense' can be applied to them. He obviously zeroes in on the most extreme, feeling his skin light up like it's on fire. Aoba links his hands behind his head but doesn't realize how he's made himself vulnerable until it's too late and his fingers begin to claw into the light brown hair on his head a moment later. ]
Aa-aah?
[ Aoba flinches when he feels cooler air hitting his bare skin followed by the slide of his hands. Tenses, twinges when they run over his ribs, his gasp turning into a startled laugh. No! Not there! Not like that! He's...
Noiz, he's ticklish!!! ]
Pff, Ahah... aha... hahaha!
I-intense...?
[ Right on cue, that instantly makes him nervous. A thousand scenarios and ways 'intense' can be applied to them. He obviously zeroes in on the most extreme, feeling his skin light up like it's on fire. Aoba links his hands behind his head but doesn't realize how he's made himself vulnerable until it's too late and his fingers begin to claw into the light brown hair on his head a moment later. ]
Aa-aah?
[ Aoba flinches when he feels cooler air hitting his bare skin followed by the slide of his hands. Tenses, twinges when they run over his ribs, his gasp turning into a startled laugh. No! Not there! Not like that! He's...
Noiz, he's ticklish!!! ]
Pff, Ahah... aha... hahaha!
[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.']
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?
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.
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?
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.]
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! ]
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.
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.
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.
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 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. ]
It's Noiz.
And of course I do.
Allmates and robotics are as easy as breathing.haha shit seriously? allmates are from your world?
think you could fix mine?
[Noiz gets a picture attached, showing the crumpled heap of a dog next to a pile of Dodger's laundry. Just... dumped there to be dealt with later, apparently. The AllMate looks like a dead malinois, for all intents and purposes, aside from the scorched fur showing bits of charred metal through. And the fact that one of his ears is missing, and the area of his face around it seems to have been crumpled and broken by blunt force. A large chunk is missing where his temple should be, revealing broken wiring, warped gears and more bent metal plates.]
think you could fix mine?
[Noiz gets a picture attached, showing the crumpled heap of a dog next to a pile of Dodger's laundry. Just... dumped there to be dealt with later, apparently. The AllMate looks like a dead malinois, for all intents and purposes, aside from the scorched fur showing bits of charred metal through. And the fact that one of his ears is missing, and the area of his face around it seems to have been crumpled and broken by blunt force. A large chunk is missing where his temple should be, revealing broken wiring, warped gears and more bent metal plates.]
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