[ He sucks in a breath as Noiz takes him in, breath stuttering at the pressure of fingers and nails digging into skin coupled with the wet heat and pressure of the mouth engulfing him. Hips arch in answer as fingers scrabble at the wall behind him, trying to find something to get purchase on, and the question sends another tendril of heat south, makes his cock ache. He can't help the answering squirm, or the wanting sound that slips free in response to the question coupled with the sensation of the piercing against sensitive skin. ]

Fuck. Yeah, I want to still feel you at my desk tomorrow. Where...?

[ Noiz' tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot, the right combination at the right time in the right spot, and Scott moans and arches into it, momentarily forgetting the question on his tongue. ]

There. Fuck, right there, that's... Shit. Where else are you pierced?