Noah closes his eyes for a long moment when Freddie's mouth presses warm against his neck. He kisses upward, his mouth sending shivers along Noah's skin.
"My brain says stop, my dick says don't," he says, a tinge of laughter in his voice, weighted down with how turned on he already is. From hardly anything. Freddie's finger isn't even moving, but the promise of more is enough.
"My brain says anyone who looks over is going to know exactly what you're doing. And like, nearly everyone I know is at this party."
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Date: 2016-10-10 08:12 pm (UTC)"My brain says stop, my dick says don't," he says, a tinge of laughter in his voice, weighted down with how turned on he already is. From hardly anything. Freddie's finger isn't even moving, but the promise of more is enough.
"My brain says anyone who looks over is going to know exactly what you're doing. And like, nearly everyone I know is at this party."