[It's hard for Noah to pinpoint a time in his life where he's ever felt this good, this relieved, this thoroughly engrossed in arousal and sensation, but— it doesn't last. Not when his reverie is quickly smashed by Mio's startled shrieks, and it's then that Noah becomes fully and painfully aware that he'd let himself go and indulged in the moment a little too much.
Embarrassed doesn't begin to describe it. Noah lets her go like he's just palmed a hot stove and scrabbles to pick up his discarded tee, swiping at the mess he'd painted her belly with. Horrible. Just looking at his mess fills Noah with so much regret. She must find him disgusting now.]
Sorry, sorry! I'm- I'm fine. I hope I didn't scare you.
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Embarrassed doesn't begin to describe it. Noah lets her go like he's just palmed a hot stove and scrabbles to pick up his discarded tee, swiping at the mess he'd painted her belly with. Horrible. Just looking at his mess fills Noah with so much regret. She must find him disgusting now.]
Sorry, sorry! I'm- I'm fine. I hope I didn't scare you.
[HE'S NEVER NUTTING AGAIN]
That was... more than okay. Was it hard to tell?
[Was he not moaning in her ear loudly enough?]