[ hums in response to the petting, deep and rumbling ]
I'm glad.
[ he sounds sincere, honestly grateful. that's enough of his own insecurities, though; after a moment he shakes off the urge to just bask in the feeling of Noiz's hand on the back of his neck and glances over, thoughtful ]
...You said you could feel me... is it just there?
[ keeps that up, then, just kneading and petting and generally trying to vary what he's doing and how much pressure he's using without ever breaking contact ]
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...not used to feeling it...
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[ kind of hesitant, though, because with that word choice, that sounds more like... ]
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but fuck it.]
Anything.
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It figures... I don't have much feeling, either.
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When I touched your mark, too. That was the first time.
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Ah. I thought I'd just fucked things up...
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You didn't.
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I'm glad.
[ he sounds sincere, honestly grateful. that's enough of his own insecurities, though; after a moment he shakes off the urge to just bask in the feeling of Noiz's hand on the back of his neck and glances over, thoughtful ]
...You said you could feel me... is it just there?
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[ drums his fingers lightly against it ]
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...Thanks. I know it's a weird thing to make a big deal of, but it means a lot to me.
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["aid" and "person". it's so appropriate to their situation he'd had to laugh.
after a while, he speaks up suddenly.]
My parents named me Wim.