"Like zhis?" Aoba says as he closes his molar's around the head of Noiz's cock.
Noiz moans explosively, clutching Aoba's cerulean locks between his fingers. "Harder!"
Aoba clenches his teeth around Noiz's dick, sliding down the shaft, scraping his incisors over the foreskin. "Hmm-mm?" the sapphire-haired boy questions.
"Ahhhhahahhhh!" the boy who can't feel pain cries, emotionally. "Harder, Aoba!"
The boy with the azure mane furrows his cobalt brows, becoming worried. But he, nonetheless complies, clamping down with his cuspids jamming into the meat other boy's cock. Noiz moans like a freight train, pulling on Aoba's eroticly long pelt.
Aoba tastes the sweaty salt flavor of precum, bobbing up and down on the shaft, pressing his front teeth into the dick so hard that he starts to feel Noiz's hardness give underneath him. It's then that he notices a sharper taste - not unpleasant, no, but somehow familiar -
Aoba pulls off of the dick he had been gobbling up like a chronic overeater at a hot-dog eating contest, except this particular hot dog is covered in ketchup and all the others most certainly had nOT.
"JESUS DICKING CHRIST," AOBA SCREAMS.
"Huh," Noiz says, holding up his now-limp and bleeding cock in his hand. One side is flopping over much more than it should be, and Aoba thinks he can see Inner Dick somewhere in there. He makes it about three steps to the bathroom before he throws up. "Didn't even feel it," Noiz mumbles very calmly to himself.