[After the gag is removed, Akira slowly licks his lips. His face is flushed, and not entirely from physical exertion. He starts to say something, but all that comes out is a soft moan, as the bites and bruises and scratches on his cock still pulse and send heat to his abdomen. It's hard to look Noiz in the eye, so he doesn't, even though this is something he wants to express. His fingers twitch as he tucks himself back into his pants, and he makes another attempt at voicing what he wants to say.]
... Thank you.
[It's too low and soft and the words run together once they're finally out.]
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... Thank you.
[It's too low and soft and the words run together once they're finally out.]