He leaned his weight forward to push Noya back onto the couch, without breaking their kiss Asahi snaked his hands under the shirt Noya was wearing and traced his hands over Noya’s skin. He felt his boyfriend arch up into his hands. Hands still making their way higher up Noya’s stomach to his chest, Asahi started to tease his boyfriend’s nipples. Softly pinching them between his fingers. He felt Noya’s hands gripping onto his upper arms and bucking underneath him, desperate for friction against his now obvious erection.