[How Noiz had reacted to him in the beginning, walled off and antagonistic, was a pretty stark contrast to how he was clinging to him now. Stark, and pretty cute. Kouta shifted so the angle was a bit more punishing, slamming forecfully into him. He had to toss a hand up against the arm of the couch to keep himself stable as he pounded into Noiz, grunting with effort.]
no subject
Good, I want you to come for me.