Work Text:
Aoba was sure acting passive-aggressive today. Noiz couldn’t stand it, really. It was like the roles have completely switched, and he was the one vying for attention. Of course, he didn’t go on this impulse — wanting to outright say, ‘What’s your problem?’ — and he sat on the velvet couch that invited everyone to the living room.
Noiz had humiliated Aoba so many times in the past, and he wanted to show his discontent. After last night, he would not let it slip. Being fucked over a balcony wasn’t very fun, especially a couple stories up in a hotel. On their move to Germany, they had to make a few pitstops, and here they are.
It wasn’t a dingy hotel of course. Noiz made sure to get the premium service at this five-star establishment, and even tried to spur Aoba on with many expensive gifts. It worked in moments, but as Noiz demanded more things that weren’t quite worth the diamonds and luxury food, the other grew more agitated.
Here’s Noiz, sitting, mulling over his punishment. The one that wouldn’t take anything from anybody, now showing all submission to someone like Aoba. He turned his head back, “Are you mad or something?” As if it weren’t obvious. The blue-haired man standing and snacking on Yan Yan, the picture of a child, returned the look.
"No," he lied. It was a simple answer, but the edge in his tone gave Noiz the other idea. With a troubled sigh, he stood to walk over to the annoyed husband, encasing him in his arms from behind. He swayed peacefully, trying to stimulate calmness. Aoba, however, found it quite difficult to eat Yan Yan like this, and only sufficed another scowl towards him.
Noiz knew what he did, and he wasn’t going to get away with it again. “Don’t you have work to do?” He pulled a grumpy face again, parrying the embrace. Once he had evaded, he evaluated Noiz’s features. Unnoticably, he judged the other’s height, weight, and muscle mass. Tolerance of pain was an issue again, but after what Aoba went through…
"Bitter." was the only word Noiz replied with, a smug huff tugged at this word when he said it. Just like he’d done in Glitter all that time ago — ‘bitter’. It brought back strange memories that Aoba didn’t particularly want to go into in this angry state.
It was clear that he couldn’t bring him down with the sheer hope that his pushing would be enough. He would have to somehow get Noiz to the bedroom without insinuating anything. Boy, this was complicated. He put his Yan Yan on the countertop by him.
Nevermind all of that. Eventually, he just became impatient. It was ridiculous to believe he could even accomplish something like that. “Noiz, come on,” he commanded, surprisingly scary with that calm demeanor of his. With little protest, this order was fulfilled. They arrived to the bedroom, and Noiz laughed just a little bit — he couldn’t believe it. Wow…
The room was nice and chic, the warm beige walls filling out the dark wooden furniture. There were about three fans on the ceiling, despite German weather being quite… not-so-hot. There were two loveseats and a table in the corner by the door, a view over the city, and the main attraction. The bed was king size, with three red pillows lining the top of the white comforter. The headboard wasn’t wooden, as opposed to the aesthetic of the rest of the space. It was café-colored brown, dark and creamy.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad place to be forced in. “So, you’re not that angry, huh?” Noiz continued to joke, his eyes observing small details of the area. He liked the water fountain by the balcony.
These sny remarks always made Aoba tick, and he couldn’t help but sneer. “You’ve been so cruel these past few days—” he explained, stopping himself. He doesn’t deserve it. He pierced the stillness of the room, taking Noiz’s lounging clothes (really, a tank top and pajama pants) in his hands. Using this to close the distance between them, Aoba began kissing roughly. It caught Noiz’s attention, that’s for sure, but he knew he could pull away if he’d wanted to. And it was nice to see that the other was so driven to do this.
"Slow." Noiz complained. It seemed he was still taking the upper hand. That, or he was just pushing the situation. It certainly worked; Aoba’s face flushed a deep red. Over exaggerating again. He pushed Noiz back on the bed, lying on top of him and running his hands through his hair. This was more romantic than he had intended.
Fabrics were rubbing against each other as Aoba moved his hips at the beginning of every new kiss. He was a bit too eager. Noiz’s senses returned after being hospitalized, so this venture was pleasurable enough. Better than not feeling anything at all. “…” Aoba moaned, drifting a hand down to the place he wanted most.
Noiz remained stagnant, reciprocating the kisses — less harshly, not wanting to demote Aoba’s current position. However, it didn’t take long for his hands to stray elsewhere as well. He pulled him closer by the ass, making the rutting more stimulant. This wasn’t taken well.
He pulled away quickly, narrowing his hazel eyes. “What are you doing? I didn’t tell you to do that.” Noiz found it amusing, also taking into account Aoba’s rapid heartbeat. They’d barely done anything…
Aoba got the message, and sat up on Noiz’s hips. He pulled up his shirt, easing back down onto his chest, and licked at Noiz’s nipples. This brought a small grunt, hardly noticable, from his partner. “…A…h…”
The sense of touch gave him a whole new world of pleasure and pain. And he guessed the other would want to test this out today, since he’d been given such a wide opportunity. Working at Noiz’s chest, Aoba slowly moved down, eventually getting to the point of interest. Using his teeth to tug at the piercing just below the bellybutton as a distraction, he got rid of the pajama pants. Good. he thought to himself. They weren’t the sexiest.
Aoba felt around Noiz’s underwear, kneading over the swelling dick. Noiz looked away quickly, lowering his glance to distract himself. But Aoba wouldn’t allow it. He removed his hands, using them to bring Noiz’s attention back to him. “Hey,” he complained, “I’m trying to do something here.”
Noiz nodded, a very subtle pink traced on his face. That was new. “Hh…” he breathed, preparing for him. Aoba took away the underwear, pulling them down to at least his ankles. It would be shrugged off soon enough, he was sure.
Aoba took half of Noiz’s length at first, refusing eye contact. It was too awkward that way. He heard a gasp of surprise from the other, but even still did not look up. He played around the head, licking the circumference of it. With a free hand, he gently, teasingly, rubbed the base. Aoba was now between Noiz’s legs, as Noiz was propped up against the pillows — just like in Glitter, again.
It was satisfying. The sounds Noiz made were so erotic, and Aoba wanted more. He pleasured more, taking in another few inches. At this point, he could feel the head poking at the back of his throat. It alarmed him, and he tried to get away—
Noiz pushed Aoba’s head back down. “Aa…h…h…” he moaned a bit louder than before. He could taste the precum in his mouth, and it scared him to think that it was there at all. The strength of Noiz’s hand against him made him protest. He shook his head, mistakingly biting down on Noiz’s member. Sparked with ecstasy, Noiz groaned, demanding more. Aoba forgot about the pain tic, and thought it would have gotten dimmed down after the senses returned… but it only seemed to heighten the pleasure. Despite if he said he didn’t ‘necessarily’ like pain.
Aoba pulled away his head, backing away. “No, this isn’t for you. This is for me.” He gave Noiz a three-second stare before going back to his dick, subconsciously looking for any marks he’d given him. There were a few notable pink-red imprints, and he was proud of them. He had his mind somewhere else, though.
He saw the bull ring piercing, at the very base underside of Noiz’s cock. He pulled it, licked, and indulged. The metallic taste was good, mixed with the precum from earlier. The incessant sounds Noiz would make certainly brought him closer to the brink. But Aoba didn’t let him get that far.
He brought himself from Noiz’s thighs, instead sitting on his stomach. There was a noise of complaint, but it wasn’t noticed. “Wait.” he commanded once more, lifting up his own shirt, and ridding himself of his own pants and underwear. Noiz tried to put his hands on Aoba’s waist, but he was simply smacked away. “No touching.”
It was frustrating to see Noiz want him so much; but he knew he couldn’t let him get away with what he did yesterday. Aoba sighed in apprehension, knowing he would have to stretch himself for Noiz. He could barely suck his dick, so what made him think he could just take him?
He shyly put a finger inside of himself, closing his eyes and whining in pain. It was odd to do this — and he felt dirty. He could feel Noiz’s perverse eyes staring at him, and it still scared him to the pit of his soul. For some reason, this was always the most laboring part.
He introduced a second finger, stretching and groaning — a third, and that was that. After the process was complete, he wiggled off of Noiz to get something from the nightstand. Lo and behold, actual lube. No way he was going to deal with that shit again. He fixed Noiz up with it — something he wasn’t very neutral about, figuring he wouldn’t ‘feel it as much’ — and eventually just stopped complaining all together.
Aoba sat between Noiz’s legs once more, draping them over his shoulders in a missionary style.
"…Wait, you’re not actually going to try to top, are you?"
"What’s it to you?"
Disregarding Noiz’s words, Aoba took this chance to slowly enter into his partner. Noiz felt the sharp pain, despite the lube, writhing a bit at the hips trying to adjust. He hissed under his breath; strange how he reacts here, but not when Aoba bites him.
Aoba didn’t wait on him, and moved his pace to his liking. Of course, this was hell for Noiz. He enjoyed it for a while — but then it felt raw. “Aaa—sto…p…—” he groaned, trying to get Aoba away. He didn’t want to sound weak around him, and this definitely wasn’t helping. Asking ‘stop’ to someone like him…
This only made Aoba quicken, kissing Noiz as he did so. It wasn’t a comforting kind of kiss, either. He bit and pulled at Noiz’s lip, messily. He was very new at this, and it was painfully obvious.
Noiz gripped Aoba’s back, scratching down as they went faster. The round piercings in his hands felt smooth against the skin, and Aoba arched his back. He was going to cum, and it was so soon…
Noiz was going to as well, and depended on his angel bites to deter Aoba from kissing him. Noiz’s hands had surrendered, lying back on the bed, only to be held tightly by Aoba’s. Their bodies were lively, and the sweat made the temperature of the room painfully hot, when only a moment later it had been freezing.
"Ao…b…a…" he grunted, looking to another way — just the mistake he’d made before. But Aoba didn’t call him out on it, and in fact responded, ‘Noi….z…..’
Noiz’s vision was going white; it was all he could see. That is, before Aoba put his thumb over Noiz’s head.
"…Wh…at… is this…" he breathed angrily.
"I’m not don…e." Aoba explained, with a small smile crossing his face for the first time. Although, the pulsing in his lust said otherwise. He pounded into him with sudden heat, kissing with ravaging. "Tell m…e… you’re sorry…." he managed.
Noiz only moaned louder, trying to make out what the other had said. He couldn’t hold back his own voice. “Bi…tt…e… Ao—ba,” he pleaded, suddenly speaking his native language. This was a surprise. Aoba barely knew how to speak this. But he knew the basics. ‘Bitte’ meant please. But it wasn’t ‘sorry’.
"What was that? I couldn’t hear ‘sorry’." Aoba had to struggle to stabilize his voice, but could not show any weakness at this crucial moment.
"Bitt…e…"
"No."
"Aoba… bi—"
"No."
"…F…ine…"
Saying ‘sorry’ in German wasn’t very easy, and the accent added to it really made the word.
"Go ahead."
"Ents—ch…ul…digu…n…g."
Aoba smiled and kissed Noiz on the nose. He let go of him, and Noiz came. It was finally all over. Aoba pulled out, and suddenly felt more content than he ever has.
"Thank you, Noiz."
"Nichts zu danken."
At least he knows now that he isn’t the only one in this relationship.