Noah's hand slides higher, fingers curling to cup Freddie's cock through his jeans. He isn't hard yet, but with the pressure of Noah's hand and those inviting blue eyes, he knows he's likely to get there soon. He bites his lip as he fights the urge to rock forward.
"Does that make me a first choice then?" he asks then, head still tipped back to meet Noah's eyes as he drags his thumb down the sparse trail of hair below Noah's navel, stopping just above his waistband. He glances to the side, eyeing a girl a few spots down at the bar before looking to Noah again. "Wouldn't rather with her? Or is it a cock you're after tonight?"
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Date: 2016-09-09 06:20 pm (UTC)"Does that make me a first choice then?" he asks then, head still tipped back to meet Noah's eyes as he drags his thumb down the sparse trail of hair below Noah's navel, stopping just above his waistband. He glances to the side, eyeing a girl a few spots down at the bar before looking to Noah again. "Wouldn't rather with her? Or is it a cock you're after tonight?"