[ There's more than the growth of a night on his face, and it reminds Noiz of roughness, even when his other memories of the night before are still blurry.
Okay, the hands grabbing his ass help a little. ]
Still looking.
[ With the shirt open Noiz has access to his chest. He travels there next, marking his route with his teeth. Following the pull on his ass he shuffles his feet forward, pressing their hips together. ]
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Okay, the hands grabbing his ass help a little. ]
Still looking.
[ With the shirt open Noiz has access to his chest. He travels there next, marking his route with his teeth. Following the pull on his ass he shuffles his feet forward, pressing their hips together. ]
Help me look.