noiz is a creature of the woods that's since moved into the city. he likes the hustle and bustle of people over his own thoughts and he prefers the convenience of urban living. basically he's a rude little cat/rabbit/small mammal spirit.
[ That's obviously a lie. Noiz wants to roll his eyes at him, but at the sudden increased pressure, it's all he can do to groan and throw his head back against the arm of the sofa.
He takes a couple of deep, fast, breaths. Dammit. ]
You were talking a big talk earlier. You give up already, old man?
I think, [Kouta punctuated it with a bit more pressure before easing off, making Noiz have to really shift to feel his fingers] that you just like to hear yourself talk. Is that a turn on for you?
[Because he enjoyed giving Noiz pleasure as much as he enjoyed withholding it if he was going to be a little shit. And even though he looked good all flushed and gasping for breath, Kouta was patient and he had all night.]
[That admission had Kouta drawing in a breath, his eyes widening slightly in arousal. The thought of Noiz's mouth on his aching cock was a nice one, and it made him a bit impatient to get Noiz off so he could see just how good Noiz was with his mouth.
But he didn't want to seem too eager, so instead he just rubbed at Noiz's prostate maddeningly light, enough for the pressure to be felt but not enough to get him off.]
Yeah? I think you're better at insults than anything else.
[ A use that's rude, certainly, but a use nonetheless. Noiz grits his teeth and tries to pin Kouta with his harshest look. He pulls on his hair again. ]
Do you want to find out how good I am at other things, or not?
[Kouta tried to sound disapproving at how Noiz tugged at his hair, but well, there was a reason he kept it long. Other than it making him look dashing. He grit his teeth slightly, and though he didn't mean to, he pressed harsher against Noiz's prostate, breath stuttering slightly.]
I'm fine with trying to teach you some manners first.
[ Noiz wants to protest, to fight it, especially when his yanking on Kouta's hair gets him a little bit more of the pressure he now so craves. But that isn't what Kouta wants, apparently.
Manners. ]
If I behave, then... [ He digs his teeth into his lower lip harder, until it hurts even him. ] ...then you have to make me cum.
[ And that is the only deal he's going to strike right now. ]
[Oho so it seemed like Noiz could be reasonable. Kouta shot him an amused grin, but rewarded him with more pressure against his prostate, messaging against it rhythmically.]
Deal.
[With his other hand, he swiped at Noiz's lower lip with his thumb to make him stop biting at it so harshly. He replaced the thumb with his mouth, upping the intensity of his fingers.]
[ Noiz inhales sharply when Kouta touches his mouth. A moment later, he gasps again into the sudden kiss, both from the shift in weight distribution and the heady press of fingers to his prostate.
It's like fire in his groin. ] Nn—hnn—Kouta, fuck! [ Clawing at his hair, Noiz gets enough leverage to buck against his fingers. It's enough encouragement for him to moan a request instead of a demand. ]
[Noiz's nails digging into his scalp made Kouta growl low in his throat, pleasure raking through him in white hot lines. Normally, he would have made Noiz at least say 'please' but truthfully his patience wasn't limitless despite all of his talk to the contrary. Noiz insinuating he was good with his mouth was enough to make him eager to see just how good he was, and his own aching hardness that had been on the backburner reared up in the forefront of his mind.
So unless Noiz told him it was painful, he pressed as hard as he dared against Noiz's prostate, slicking in a third finger to rub along it all at once. He kissed up along Noiz's jaw, going back to his ears to help get him off faster.]
[ The pressure mounts and mounts. Noiz digs his teeth into his lower lip again, trying to muffle his desperate whimpering as the pleasure starts feeling real to him. He can feel how hard his dick is and how hot his body is. The overwhelming waves of stimulation from his prostate finally wash over him, over his head, and he starts to come. ]
K-Kouta.
[ Is he actually stuttering? Embarrassing. Noiz digs his teeth into his lip so hard that he tastes blood, forcing himself to not make much noise despite the additional stimulation to his ears as he releases in messy streaks onto his own chest. With an effort, he turns to try and kiss Kouta on the mouth again. He needs to have that contact along with the feeling that Kouta brought him with just his fingers. He needs to taste him again. ]
[It really was criminal how adorable Noiz was when he was cumming, but then again, it must have been the stuttering and the way he reached out for him that touched him. It was so unlike how guarded and prickly Noiz normally was that Kouta gave into him immediately, kissing him and tasting blood. He swiped his tongue against Noiz's lower lip to lap up as much of it as possible, smirking as he drew back after a few minutes.]
So?
[Look he had done a great job and he was going to get rewarded for it one way or another.]
[ Once their lips part, Noiz sprawls out. He can still feel throbbing aftershocks. It really was a good one, but he doesn't want to admit it to Kouta. He frowns.
Despite the frown, the remnants of that intense climax are still holding on. Noiz starts to pull his arms and legs towards his core, wanting to hold on even longer. ]
[Even Noiz's frowning expression was growing on him, and chuckling softly, he reached up to rub at the corners of his downturned mouth with the pad of his thumb. He wanted to coax a better look out of him, considering it seemed like he was satisfied despite his harsh words. He was curling up to him, after all.]
You're right. I guess I'll have to wait for you to admit I've ruined you for anyone else before I can get cocky.
[Like that would happen now that he had said it, but it was an amusing thought nonetheless.]
[ Still petulant, Noiz nevertheless lets Kouta touch his face for a few seconds before he snaps at his thumb. If any bites land—good. ]
Come up here. [ He mumbles and pulls at Kouta again. He can smell him and his arousal. As much as he'd complained, Noiz doesn't plan to leave him so wanting. ]
[ Noiz thinks Kouta should know better than to show any weakness. He bares his teeth in a fake grin.
With his also-slightly-sharp nails, Noiz digs marks into the backs of Kouta's thighs as he moves towards the arm of the couch. He settles himself underneath him and draws his hips forwards until his cock is brushing against his lips. ]
[Noiz's nails digging into his thighs made Kouta hiss, but he didn't pull away. He liked the idea of being marked up so that he could remember this later, if it was as good as Noiz claimed it would be. Huffing, he glanced down at Noiz, helpfully pressing his cock firmer against his lips, as if to remind him of his promise.]
Don't worry, I'll get you off again if that's what you want.
[ Noiz narrows his eyes at him, skimming his nails along his skin. He's deliberate when he parts his lips and slowly allows Kouta's cock to come to rest on his tongue. He's equally deliberate in withdrawing his tongue so that the ball of his piercing bumps against the slit of his cock. ]
It is.
[ So, finally, he'll commit to making the trade. Settling in, Noiz presses the curve of his spine into the couch and pulls Kouta down. He mostly keeps his his lips over his teeth, but his focus is on relaxing completely so that even on the first movement Kouta can slide his dick to the back of his mouth. He keeps his eyes barely open and raises his chin to better open up his throat. The hot, swollen shape of his cock stretching his mouth open is almost as good as kissing. In reciprocation, Noiz gently hums. ]
[Even though Kouta had wanted to keep quiet in order to be a pain in the ass as well, he couldn't swallow down the loud moan he made when Noiz's piercing swiped over the slit of his dick. The smooth metal was a new experience, and he couldn't help but shuddering at the shock of it, involuntarily pressing his hips in closer.
He gripped at the arm of the couch, clenching his teeth together as he felt himself dip even deeper into the hot heat of Noiz's mouth. And when he hummed- Kouta gasped out to feel the metal vibrating against his cock, his nails digging in uselessly into the fabric of the couch. It was a bit shameful how close to the edge he was just from this alone, but he had been trying to keep himself in check for so long there wasn't much left in him to continue for much longer.]
Fuck- Noiz-
[It was definitely worth all of his mouthiness if this was what he was going to get in return.]
[ Maybe he'll get Kouta to touch him all over again, make him cum with those rough fingers and teeth. Moaning softly at the thought, he closes his mouth more tightly around his cock to suck.
Letting Kouta fuck his mouth isn't bad either. He presses his feet into the couch cushions again and pushes himself up, to take him in completely. He spares one hand to grab Kouta's ass for some kind of encouragement. ]
[Since Noiz was being so accomodating and encouraging, Kouta didn't hold back in fucking roughly into his hot tight mouth. He'd already been at the edge so it didn't take him too long before he gritted out a small warning.]
Gonna cum-
[His vision went completely white as he came harshly, his hands digging so harshly into the couch that he was sure he'd have the imprint of it all over his palms. He gasped through the waves of pleasure, a man close to being engulfed. He slumped over onto his side, mindful not to collapse too much onto Noiz, gasping to catch his breath.
[ 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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He takes a couple of deep, fast, breaths. Dammit. ]
You were talking a big talk earlier. You give up already, old man?
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[Because he enjoyed giving Noiz pleasure as much as he enjoyed withholding it if he was going to be a little shit. And even though he looked good all flushed and gasping for breath, Kouta was patient and he had all night.]
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Maybe.
[ Biting on his lower lip with all his sharp teeth, Noiz shoots Kouta a hard look. ]
I like putting my mouth to use.
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But he didn't want to seem too eager, so instead he just rubbed at Noiz's prostate maddeningly light, enough for the pressure to be felt but not enough to get him off.]
Yeah? I think you're better at insults than anything else.
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[ A use that's rude, certainly, but a use nonetheless. Noiz grits his teeth and tries to pin Kouta with his harshest look. He pulls on his hair again. ]
Do you want to find out how good I am at other things, or not?
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[Kouta tried to sound disapproving at how Noiz tugged at his hair, but well, there was a reason he kept it long. Other than it making him look dashing. He grit his teeth slightly, and though he didn't mean to, he pressed harsher against Noiz's prostate, breath stuttering slightly.]
I'm fine with trying to teach you some manners first.
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Manners. ]
If I behave, then... [ He digs his teeth into his lower lip harder, until it hurts even him. ] ...then you have to make me cum.
[ And that is the only deal he's going to strike right now. ]
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Deal.
[With his other hand, he swiped at Noiz's lower lip with his thumb to make him stop biting at it so harshly. He replaced the thumb with his mouth, upping the intensity of his fingers.]
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It's like fire in his groin. ] Nn—hnn—Kouta, fuck! [ Clawing at his hair, Noiz gets enough leverage to buck against his fingers. It's enough encouragement for him to moan a request instead of a demand. ]
Do it harder... Kouta.
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So unless Noiz told him it was painful, he pressed as hard as he dared against Noiz's prostate, slicking in a third finger to rub along it all at once. He kissed up along Noiz's jaw, going back to his ears to help get him off faster.]
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K-Kouta.
[ Is he actually stuttering? Embarrassing. Noiz digs his teeth into his lip so hard that he tastes blood, forcing himself to not make much noise despite the additional stimulation to his ears as he releases in messy streaks onto his own chest. With an effort, he turns to try and kiss Kouta on the mouth again. He needs to have that contact along with the feeling that Kouta brought him with just his fingers. He needs to taste him again. ]
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So?
[Look he had done a great job and he was going to get rewarded for it one way or another.]
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Despite the frown, the remnants of that intense climax are still holding on. Noiz starts to pull his arms and legs towards his core, wanting to hold on even longer. ]
Don't get so cocky.
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You're right. I guess I'll have to wait for you to admit I've ruined you for anyone else before I can get cocky.
[Like that would happen now that he had said it, but it was an amusing thought nonetheless.]
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[ Still petulant, Noiz nevertheless lets Kouta touch his face for a few seconds before he snaps at his thumb. If any bites land—good. ]
Come up here. [ He mumbles and pulls at Kouta again. He can smell him and his arousal. As much as he'd complained, Noiz doesn't plan to leave him so wanting. ]
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What happened to behaving?
[He didn't argue however when Noiz told him to get up, following instructions quickly enough to belie his need.]
Don't bite too hard. I can feel it a lot more than you can.
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With his also-slightly-sharp nails, Noiz digs marks into the backs of Kouta's thighs as he moves towards the arm of the couch. He settles himself underneath him and draws his hips forwards until his cock is brushing against his lips. ]
I need more positive reinforcement to behave.
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Don't worry, I'll get you off again if that's what you want.
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It is.
[ So, finally, he'll commit to making the trade. Settling in, Noiz presses the curve of his spine into the couch and pulls Kouta down. He mostly keeps his his lips over his teeth, but his focus is on relaxing completely so that even on the first movement Kouta can slide his dick to the back of his mouth. He keeps his eyes barely open and raises his chin to better open up his throat. The hot, swollen shape of his cock stretching his mouth open is almost as good as kissing. In reciprocation, Noiz gently hums. ]
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He gripped at the arm of the couch, clenching his teeth together as he felt himself dip even deeper into the hot heat of Noiz's mouth. And when he hummed- Kouta gasped out to feel the metal vibrating against his cock, his nails digging in uselessly into the fabric of the couch. It was a bit shameful how close to the edge he was just from this alone, but he had been trying to keep himself in check for so long there wasn't much left in him to continue for much longer.]
Fuck- Noiz-
[It was definitely worth all of his mouthiness if this was what he was going to get in return.]
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Letting Kouta fuck his mouth isn't bad either. He presses his feet into the couch cushions again and pushes himself up, to take him in completely. He spares one hand to grab Kouta's ass for some kind of encouragement. ]
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Gonna cum-
[His vision went completely white as he came harshly, his hands digging so harshly into the couch that he was sure he'd have the imprint of it all over his palms. He gasped through the waves of pleasure, a man close to being engulfed. He slumped over onto his side, mindful not to collapse too much onto Noiz, gasping to catch his breath.
Guess Noiz hadn't been exaggerating.]
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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.