[ Every extra pinch and tug on his ear adds to the experience. Noiz can feel the arousal more and more, a kind of heat he feels only occasionally.
Kouta's skin tastes of sweat and something else. Kouta's own unique taste. Now that Noiz knows it, he can pick it out from the trees of the forest, or the city. Panting quietly, he claws again at his back and finally bites down hard as he bears down on the hard thrusts. The many points of his teeth feel the resistance, but more importantly, Noiz can taste his blood. ]
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Kouta's skin tastes of sweat and something else. Kouta's own unique taste. Now that Noiz knows it, he can pick it out from the trees of the forest, or the city. Panting quietly, he claws again at his back and finally bites down hard as he bears down on the hard thrusts. The many points of his teeth feel the resistance, but more importantly, Noiz can taste his blood. ]