[ Bracing against the couch, Noiz keeps his throat relaxed, eyes closing as Kouta finishes thrusting into his mouth. Then all of his sensory world tastes, smells, of him. Noiz swallows convulsively and opens his eyes. Kouta's hard landing makes him bounce slightly upwards. ]
Gross.
[ He makes a show of sticking out his tongue and grimacing, but he does stay where he is, even though Kouta is on top of his arm. In fact, he simply rolls onto his side and pulls himself into the curve of his body, where he shuts his eyes and breathes. ]
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Gross.
[ He makes a show of sticking out his tongue and grimacing, but he does stay where he is, even though Kouta is on top of his arm. In fact, he simply rolls onto his side and pulls himself into the curve of his body, where he shuts his eyes and breathes. ]
You smell bad and taste bad.