Noah Czerny

Noah laughs and cups Freddie's neck in his hands, his thumbs cradling Freddie's jaw like something precious. "You say that like it's a bad thing." He leans in to speak closer to Freddie's ear, palms drifting down his arms. "Like that isn't what I think about when I'm jerking off in bed," he murmurs, wanting to inspire Freddie to take him home. In the pool was good, really good, actually, but he wants to see him. Touch him.