featheredrogue continued [x]:
Good, Aoba is happy to be his lap warmer. He blushed a little as strains were moved to place a kiss, however he did not protest or anything. It wasn’t necessary to behave like that, besides, Noiz’s kisses were nice.
And arms would proceed to wrap around the waist of his little house wife boyfriend, his chin resting on his shoulder against the crook of his neck where he had just placed his kiss.
“Warm...”







