[ Orga makes up for all of Mika's quiet, whether he means to or not. Mika always looked at him so attentively when he grew noisy, but he never complained. He seemed to indulge him more in those moments. He's just assumed, for now, that it meant that Mika liked it.
Orga heard his breath rasp softly with a sigh against Mika's open mouth, squeezing him with a press of his palms. He rests his weight back against the railing of the walkway fully, letting Mika nestle against the incline of his chest. He sucks softly on his tongue, rubbing circles against his lower spine. ]
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Orga heard his breath rasp softly with a sigh against Mika's open mouth, squeezing him with a press of his palms. He rests his weight back against the railing of the walkway fully, letting Mika nestle against the incline of his chest. He sucks softly on his tongue, rubbing circles against his lower spine. ]