[ oh, so now aoba's the one in a rush. noiz huffs a soft laugh, trailing off into silence when aoba touches him.
he stops with the bar of soap in one hand, humming softly in his throat before starting to rub suds onto aoba's still slightly green apple-scented stomach. as much as he likes the smell, the stickiness is kind of a turn-off. ]
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he stops with the bar of soap in one hand, humming softly in his throat before starting to rub suds onto aoba's still slightly green apple-scented stomach. as much as he likes the smell, the stickiness is kind of a turn-off. ]