[ noa could take a positive note of the fact that kaiser is saving his testosterone for the pitch? a part of kaiser would be humiliated that noa can tell he doesn't have much experience, but the rest of him would acquiesce easily enough that it's not something that can be faked easily. besides, kaiser doesn't like being touched in general, and by the time he found himself in an environment where a bit of youthful fumbling-about was tolerably safe, kaiser had found it all rather crass and dull. there's the aspect of physical release, but mentally, he could never get into it — perhaps the fundamental issue for kaiser is that he's never been touched in a way that can distract him from his own thoughts.

this is promising to get close to that, if not all the way, though kaiser won't count his eggs before they hatch. he closes his eyes, hissing as noa's teeth scrape against his ear and his body rolls against his, in a way that suggests a wary acceptance of where things are going now. ]

Here I thought you'd want me out of here quickly. [ he says it all in one exhale, words slightly jumbled into each other. his legs squirm around noa slightly as he attempts to shift his placement slightly, lining up his dick to rut more against noa's leg. ] And I can do things for you, if you ask.

[ he has a lot of unfounded bravery to say this when he's breathing more harshly than when he was participating in the first of many barcha L's. ]

Want me to open my mouth for you later? You damn slow starter. [ protagonists in greek tragedies have less unfounded bravery than this, truly. he closes his eyes briefly, then shoves his thigh against noa's crotch as best as he can as he opens them again, glaring upwards — not really at noa in specific, just in general. ]