It's-- [Whatever protest Aoba had dies quickly on his lips at that grind. A strangled gasp and he leans over slightly, knees shaking as he feels his strength waver.
The pace is slower than he's used to, but he can't say he dislikes it either. It's like a slow burning that coils over him and he reaches down to help Noiz undo his belt and jeans. Compared to Noiz's pace his must come off hurried or desperate as he shoves his jeans down.]
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The pace is slower than he's used to, but he can't say he dislikes it either. It's like a slow burning that coils over him and he reaches down to help Noiz undo his belt and jeans. Compared to Noiz's pace his must come off hurried or desperate as he shoves his jeans down.]