"Are they?" Noah asks, shivering at the thought but too afraid to look and verify. He isn't sure whether to actually die of mortification or move his hips to try and spur Freddie on faster. And then Freddie's talking about fucking him, and Noah's helpless. He shifts, humping further into Freddie's hand.
"Freddie," he whispers, dragging his hand through Freddie's hair to hold on. "I want you."
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Date: 2016-10-19 12:49 am (UTC)"Freddie," he whispers, dragging his hand through Freddie's hair to hold on. "I want you."