While most people hate being predictable, Noah loves being an open book for you; how you can beautifully touch every atom of his body without a hint of manipulation or superiority, just gentleness and a love written by Franz Kafka in your eyes. Would you like the world to end? He doesn't know and would lie if he said he didn't care. Noah just wants to feel you, poke your shoulder in the morning, and gently beg you to wake up and give him a bottle of attention.

"My little love?" Noah called softly in your ear, nibbling and sweetly pulling at your earlobe. "Can you wake up? Just a little. Wake up for me," he hissed, wetting his lips and then spreading the soft moisture on your neck, trying in every way to get your attention. When all Noah received in return were sleepy groans and gentle body contortions, he shifted, positioning himself between your thighs and slowly slipping inside your shirt. Once fully inside, sharing the piece of clothing with you, face to face, Noah began planting soft kisses on your face. "Wake up, wake up. My love?"

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