Noah gives pause, unsure what to say, how deep he wants the conversation to go, especially now that Freddie's taking his shirt off. "It was just different with us," he says, distracted by the way Freddie is slowly pulling his own shorts down.
Not wanting to be too behind, Noah yanks his own shirt off, dropping it on the floor without ceremony. He stares at the generous bulge in Freddie's underwear and moves closer, smoothing his palms up Freddie's thighs, only then looking at his face.
"Let me," he says, tipping Freddie back and moving down his body, finding the damp spot on his underwear with his mouth, sucking at his cock over the thin layer of cotton.
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Date: 2016-08-25 01:19 pm (UTC)Not wanting to be too behind, Noah yanks his own shirt off, dropping it on the floor without ceremony. He stares at the generous bulge in Freddie's underwear and moves closer, smoothing his palms up Freddie's thighs, only then looking at his face.
"Let me," he says, tipping Freddie back and moving down his body, finding the damp spot on his underwear with his mouth, sucking at his cock over the thin layer of cotton.