Been writing my heartbreak into a Sly/Noiz fanfic so here u go:
loud enough for Noiz to catch.
Koujakuās cheeks reddened, and he managed a half-smile, clearly trying to ignore the scrutiny from Noiz. āGuess Iām not used to... all this,ā he admitted, his voice barely audible.
āGuess Iāll just have to show you how itās done.ā Sly flashed a grin, letting his hands slide up Koujakuās chest, feeling the steady thud of his friendās heartbeat under his fingertips. For a moment, he almost forgot Noiz was watching, almost forgot the bitterness and anger that coiled in his gut. For a moment, it was just him, Koujaku, and the music.
But Noiz didnāt look away. He stood there, silent, arms crossed, a scowl twisting his features as he watched them, his gaze hard and unyielding.
Sly met his eyes again, holding his gaze, daring him to say something, to react, to show he still cared.
Noizās expression darkened, his jaw clenching visibly, but he didnāt move. He simply stared, his eyes sharp, almost unreadable.
Sly felt a flicker of frustration, a challenge simmering in his chest. Fine, if Noiz wanted to play it cool, heād show him just how unbothered he was.
Without thinking, he leaned in even closer to Koujaku, pressing his lips to his friendās neck, feeling the shiver that ran through him. Koujakuās fingers tightened at his waist, and Slyās heart beat faster, partly from the thrill, partly from the knowledge that Noiz was still watching, still fuming.
The bitterness tasted like victory.
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