[Despite the gag, Akira still makes his own effort to keep his vocalisations minimal, however long that lasts. He places one hand on Noiz's shoulder, thumb digging into his collarbone a bit; the other goes in his hair, fingers tightly tangling in the short strands. He squirms at the friction from the fabric as Noiz gropes his balls, distracted momentarily from the sucking. Until there's more pressure and teeth. Whines get harder to control, and he lets them escape, his breathing coming short and fast as Noiz continues to go harder. There's a sharp intake of breath through his nose, a strangled noise in his throat, and then a scream begins to build and Akira bites down hard on the gag, knuckles paling as his hold on Noiz's hair tightens harshly. His cock is hard and dripping, throbbing with a fiery radiating pain and fierce arousal. And in this moment, he is present. Nothing else matters.]
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