[There's a tiny sharp bark of a whine at that command; heat coils and twists in his abdomen in immediate response. Akira makes no second attempt to touch anything, digging his fingers into the edges of the chair almost automatically. He's barely grasped the leather when feeling returns, a sudden and intense stabbing sensation through his nerve endings as the needle moves, fiery trails of acute and exquisite pain and instant arousal. His muscles twitch as he tries not to squirm too much, indistinguishable sounds spilling form his mouth and never forming the words he wants. Belatedly, he registers the dull throb in his hand where Noiz had slapped it away, and it's now that he realises he should have felt it at that time but hadn't. This wasn't a some kind of physical mishap with the piercing or it wouldn't have effected his hand. He wants to ask what happened, but all that comes out is a half-choked whine, tinged with confusion.]
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