[Akira's hand stills for a moment, a hitch in the wandering fingers going further up Noé's arm. That comment throws him a little, because when he'd arrived, there were robots on the beach who explained everything. Noé should at least know he's not in Paris... unless something happened after the battle. That's where he'd last been, the aftermath of it, and things have changed. New people must be arriving in different ways. He says nothing about it, though, as he doesn't particularly care how the mechanics have shifted or what's going on. Only that the outcome was in his favour.
He's starting to squirm a little, more awake; the idle touching isn't enough and each pass of Noé's fingertips over his nipple sends a spark of arousal straight to his cock, blood rushing and pooling, pulsing under the surface. His blood is a little abnormal, genetically modified to degrees Akira doesn't know the extent of; scent and taste potentially more, or less, enticing than a typical human's.]
World formula?
[It's repeated without much interest, but it's a phrase he hasn't heard before.]
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He's starting to squirm a little, more awake; the idle touching isn't enough and each pass of Noé's fingertips over his nipple sends a spark of arousal straight to his cock, blood rushing and pooling, pulsing under the surface. His blood is a little abnormal, genetically modified to degrees Akira doesn't know the extent of; scent and taste potentially more, or less, enticing than a typical human's.]
World formula?
[It's repeated without much interest, but it's a phrase he hasn't heard before.]