Freddie pumps his hand faster, presses inside with his finger, and it's not Freddie's cock but it feels so damn good. Noah's leaking pre-come everywhere, already close to the edge, but it's what Freddie's saying, his hot fucking running narrative of what he wants to do that makes Noah suddenly lean back with a gasp, hands gripping Freddie's shoulders. He opens his mouth to warn Freddie or say something other than please, but he can't. He cries out instead, looking down as he comes in long spurts, painting Freddie's stomach and chest with it.
With a soft moan, Noah cups Freddie's face, leaning in to kiss him, still breathless, chest heaving, but needing to kiss him all the same. "You're so fucking hot, Jesus Christ," he whispers, kissing the corner of Freddie's mouth, then his cheek, before resting his forehead against Freddie's to catch his breath and come down.
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Date: 2016-08-26 12:52 pm (UTC)With a soft moan, Noah cups Freddie's face, leaning in to kiss him, still breathless, chest heaving, but needing to kiss him all the same. "You're so fucking hot, Jesus Christ," he whispers, kissing the corner of Freddie's mouth, then his cheek, before resting his forehead against Freddie's to catch his breath and come down.