A dissonant sound rang out when Till landed on the piano keys, his back pressing against the polished wood as Noe's hand slid beneath his clothes, his cold tongue delving inside of his mouth.
Till ran his fingers through his soft, platinum hair, pulling his head back with insistence.
He broke away from his lips breathlessly and a cat-like grin crept onto his face at the heavy desire in Noe's eyes, "Down baby, you were meant to be teaching me. Can't you keep your hands to yourself?"
Noe smiled back and Till's heart stuttered at the breath-taking view, "I can't if you call me baby like that, you know what you do to me." He brushed his lips along the edge of his jaw and Till gulped.
'Fuck...what I do to him? What about me? He's driving me crazy.'
He'd concentrated on keeping the thought to himself but Noe could still feel an echo of the sentiment through the thread in his mind and nipped at his ear in a teasing gesture, "What's wrong? Am I a bad teacher, Till?"
