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[iwasmore]

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Freddie's hand moves lower and so does his finger, and Noah's stomach flutters in anticipation. "We should probably stop," he says, a feeble protest. There are people in the pool with them. There are people on the patio. Literally any one of his friends could walk into this area at any moment and see this. And maybe they wouldn't see where Freddie's hand is, but they'd see Noah draped on him and he'd have to explain.

He tells himself to move away, but his body doesn't cooperate.

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"Mmm, should we?" Freddie replies with a tone that indicates he's really not much interested in that. Noah's not pushing him away, not stilling Freddie's touch in any way at all, not sliding out of his arms.

No, he's still pressed all along Freddie's front, arms draped over Freddie's shoulders. Grinning, Freddie ducks into the curve of his neck to press an open-mouthed kiss to damp skin as he slips his finger lower yet, the tip right up against the rim of Noah's hole, though not yet breaching.

He drags his lips along Noah's jaw and murmurs, "You're not sounding too convincing."