[There's a soft noise like a hiss that ends with a soft groan. His free hand quickly presses to his mouth, embarrassed by the noises coming out of his own mouth. He's made many teasing jokes at Noiz's expense about youthful vigor and or having a teenager's lack of restraint when it came to things like sex; Aoba can't help but wonder if his own lack of patience right now is some cosmic joke.
The touch of Noiz's fingers on his wrist startles him somewhat, but he lets go of his hair to instead slide his fingers over the other's, intertwining their fingers with a light squeeze. He's not sure if that's exactly the road Noiz was thinking of going, but holding hands seemed a good idea at the time and Aoba lets out a soft 'ha' under his breath.]
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The touch of Noiz's fingers on his wrist startles him somewhat, but he lets go of his hair to instead slide his fingers over the other's, intertwining their fingers with a light squeeze. He's not sure if that's exactly the road Noiz was thinking of going, but holding hands seemed a good idea at the time and Aoba lets out a soft 'ha' under his breath.]