Aoba:

We’re hooome~! (he pulls his coat off) Noiz, your coat. You can’t let it get wrinkled.

Noiz:

Yeah. (he takes his coat off and goes inside, Aoba puts them away) Just like a wife…

Aoba:

Did you say something?

Noiz:

No. (he sits down)

Aoba:

Hah. Noiz, come on let me see your face. Where you were hit.

(Noiz sighs, but allows him)

Aoba:

Hmm…it’s not that swollen…but the edge of your mouth’s cut, huh…how’s the inside of your mouth?

Noiz:

Hm? (opens his mouth)

Aoba:

Ah. It’s definitely cut. That looks painful… it doesn’t hurt?

Noiz:

Nah. It stings, but that’s it.

Aoba:

I see. I wonder if it’d get better without any medicine. Since it’s inside your mouth…hmm…could you open your mouth again?

Noiz:

Ahh (he does)

Aoba:

Hmm…it doesn’t seem like it’s that bad of an injury. (Noiz kisses his finger) Wh-what do you think you’re doing?

Noiz:

You touched my lips with your fingers. (he does it again)

Aoba:

Come on–cut it out–(Noiz pushes him down) Uwah–!

Noiz:

I can feel it…where your fingers touched.

Aoba:

Ahh? What are you talking about? More importantly, the inside of your mouth’s hurt–

Noiz:

It’ll get better if you lick it.

Aoba:

Hah?!

Noiz:

Lick it.

(He kisses Aoba intently.)

Aoba:

Ah…sorry…I tried to lick it…did that hurt?

Noiz:

Not at all. It’s healed.

Aoba:

Tch. Isn’t that too fast?

(Noiz kisses him again)

Aoba:

Wait–the bath–what are we gonna do?

Noiz:

Hm? Let’s take one together later.

Aoba:

Ah…later…

Noiz:

We don’t have any time to take one now, do we? Neither of us.

Aoba:

Ah…

Noiz:

Lately I’ve been busy, so we haven’t done it that much. I really want to.

(He kisses Aoba, then starts fumbling with his belt)

Noiz:

Here too…

(He kisses Aoba again, despite Aoba’s protests)

Noiz:

It’s really hard…are you excited?

Aoba:

Nngh–don’t say that kind of thing.

Noiz:

Hey, which one? Do you want to? Or not?

Aoba:

Mmph…I want to…you can tell that by looking can’t you? Anyway…even you’re… (he pulls Noiz’s pants open) Yours too…it’s like this…

Noiz:

Hah…I wonder which one’s going to come first.

Aoba:

Hah? (Noiz starts to jerk him off) I-Idiot–don’t–move your hand–! Ah–nngh! Damn…

(Noiz starts kissing him and jerking him off)

Aoba:

Idiot…my chest…that’s cheating…aah!

Noiz:

What’s cheating?

Aoba:

Aha…you…wait…stop! (he pants)

Noiz:

(stops) Hm? It doesn’t seem like you’re moving your hand.

Aoba:

That’s–because–I’m about to come–seriously–it’s no good–

Noiz:

(panting) Geez…

Aoba:

I’m just…really feeling it…

Noiz:

It’s really cramped here. Wanna use the bed?

Aoba:

Mhm.

Noiz:

Let’s go.

~interlude~

(they make it to the bedroom, then pick up where they left off)

Noiz:

How’s that? About to come?

Aoba:

Ah…I’m all right. Ah…

(Noiz preps him and pushes in, the two of them moving together)

Noiz:

Hey…sit up a little…

Aoba:

Eh? Uwah–ah–! This position…?

Noiz:

Makes you think of when I was in the hospital, doesn’t it? I can see your face really well.

Aoba:

Uwah…oh–ah! Ah!

Noiz:

It feels good–so good–

Aoba:

(gasps and moans) Noiz–more–

Noiz:

(groans) Somehow…I’m really feeling it…

Aoba:

Because…lately…we haven’t really…done it…

Noiz:

Yeah…it’s been a while…so it feels good.

Aoba:

Nnh–It feels good–and you?

Noiz:

It feels great. See? (he starts thrusting harder)

Aoba:

Ah–! Harder–harder–! Ah!

(Noiz eagerly obliges him, Aoba gasps and moans in reply)

Noiz:

The feeling’s overflowing–plus you–you’re moving on your own–

Aoba:

Ah–more…more! Deeper!

Noiz:

Pervert.

Aoba:

Mmh! (he stifles his moans)

Noiz:

Bite it–at my neck–

(Aoba bites against his neck, gasping as they move together)

Aoba:

Noiz–ah–!

(They both start moving faster, more intensely, until they both come one after the other. They stay for a few moments, panting, catching their breaths before Aoba flops back against the bed)

Aoba:

Ah…it’s no good…I can’t move my body…

Noiz:

That was amazing, wasn’t it?

Aoba:

Ngh…shut up…

Noiz:

Though if you just roll over like that you’ll fall asleep, won’t you? What about the bath?

Aoba:

Just give me a little longer…

Noiz:

You’re gonna fall asleep.

Aoba:

It’s fine…geez…just a little break.

Noiz:

Heh. Can’t be helped. Then, me too.

(he cuddles up to Aoba)

Aoba:

Hey, Noiz…

Noiz:

Hm?

Aoba:

It doesn’t have to be now, but someday…when it’s a good time to talk…I want to talk to your parents. About us.

Noiz:

Hah…I think you’d get driven out.

Aoba:

Still…even if I talk to them, maybe nothing will change…it’d probably even make things worse…but…it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong. Plus because I’m serious about you. I feel like I’ve got to talk to them properly.

Noiz:

Well…that’s true. If that time comes…it might be a good idea to talk to them.

Aoba:

Mhm. As for my stance when that time comes…so to speak, I guess it’d be “Please allow me to have Noiz-kun” or something like that. Ah–

Noiz:

What?

Aoba:

That reminds me, Noiz isn’t your real name is it?

Noiz:

Ah…where’d that come from?

Aoba:

Ah, well, I just remembered your little brother told me that. If I do talk to your parents someday, I wonder what name I should use for you.

Noiz:

Nnh…

Aoba:

What’s your real name?

Noiz:

Theo told you, didn’t he?

Aoba:

He didn’t.

Noiz:

Really?

Aoba:

Mhm. Hey, what’s your name?

Noiz:

Shut up…

Aoba:

What’s with that? You embarrassed?

Noiz:

I don’t want to say it.

Aoba:

Why?

Noiz:

I’m used to Noiz.

Aoba:

But even though I made up my mind and came to Germany I haven’t learned your real name until now. Isn’t that a little lonely?

Noiz:

Hah…

Aoba:

Hey, tell me! Heey!

(Noiz sighs)

Aoba:

Come on, I’m asking you!

Noiz:

Geez, shut up…

Aoba:

Cuz you won’t tell me.

Noiz:

…Wim.

Aoba:

Eh?

Noiz:

It’s Wim. But don’t call me that. You can just call me Noiz like always.

Aoba:

Wim…heh. Huh…Wim, huh.

Noiz:

What?

Aoba:

Nothing, it’s a good name. Plus I’m happy I learned your real name.

Noiz:

Noiz is fine.

Aoba:

Got it, Wim-kun.

Noiz:

Nngh–you–

Aoba:

Haha, don’t get mad!

Noiz:

Watch it…

(he starts tickling Aoba, both of them laughing)

Aoba:

Ah–w-watch it–where are you touching–? Hey–Noiz–! We’re going again–? Hey, say something–!

(they start tumbling in the sheets, again)