[ noa doesn't chase as the kiss ends and the haughty smirk earns no reaction either, face eerily blank as he waits for what comes next. he is glad that whatever irritating quip kaiser had on the mind didn't slip out because he does not want to hear it. maybe he should have mentioned that he's a "lights off, no talk" sort of man, but he doesn't want to hear kaiser's opinion on his preferences.
he does like the hand feeling him up, though his pecs are toned muscle with little fat to really squeeze at. its the friction that can rile him up more than any particular region of his body. whether kaiser can figure that out is on him. noa prefers a discovery approach to understanding what his partners like, then draw it out of them with slow and precise care. it's why he keeps his eyes on kaiser's face as he continues to let his hand wander, using the curve of his nail to trace around the stretched muscle, identifying it, then moving to the next without rush. he's deliberately avoiding going further down, which leads his fingers sans thumb to map upward to tease the solar plexus. detached and surveying what he's working with, for now.
as for the neck? well he sees the bait and he's not uninterested, but he doesn't want to lose sight of kaiser's face. it's tempting but a distraction from the current objective. this close up the sharp azure blue of the rose threatens to ensnare his eyes if he doesn't keep locked on and exert a touch of willpower to do so. still, the way his eyes are initially lured in gives away his interest. he knows kaiser won't miss it. whether he picked it up from his training in the club or the time he's spent under his wing, noa knows how vigilant he is of even minute shifts in body language.
there are things he knows well about kaiser, things he wants to know but knows it isn't his place to pry, and things he wants to cultivate an understanding of. he wants these things in part because they're necessary and in part because he does like kaiser. you have to care about your rivals to someday best them. ]
no subject
he does like the hand feeling him up, though his pecs are toned muscle with little fat to really squeeze at. its the friction that can rile him up more than any particular region of his body. whether kaiser can figure that out is on him. noa prefers a discovery approach to understanding what his partners like, then draw it out of them with slow and precise care. it's why he keeps his eyes on kaiser's face as he continues to let his hand wander, using the curve of his nail to trace around the stretched muscle, identifying it, then moving to the next without rush. he's deliberately avoiding going further down, which leads his fingers sans thumb to map upward to tease the solar plexus. detached and surveying what he's working with, for now.
as for the neck? well he sees the bait and he's not uninterested, but he doesn't want to lose sight of kaiser's face. it's tempting but a distraction from the current objective. this close up the sharp azure blue of the rose threatens to ensnare his eyes if he doesn't keep locked on and exert a touch of willpower to do so. still, the way his eyes are initially lured in gives away his interest. he knows kaiser won't miss it. whether he picked it up from his training in the club or the time he's spent under his wing, noa knows how vigilant he is of even minute shifts in body language.
there are things he knows well about kaiser, things he wants to know but knows it isn't his place to pry, and things he wants to cultivate an understanding of. he wants these things in part because they're necessary and in part because he does like kaiser. you have to care about your rivals to someday best them. ]