It's not what Noah's expecting Freddie to think, or say, and the back of his neck heats up. He wants to say no, he hasn't been with anyone, no, he hasn't wanted to, except that he's missed Freddie. But he doesn't want to ruin the moment by answering a thought.
Freddie's fingers trace up his hand, and his breath comes out a little shaky. He hasn't done any sort of roleplay, if that's what this is, but he tries to keep it up, like he's innocent. A virgin, maybe. He's a little embarrassed, but he's also already getting hard. "To who?" he asks with a shy dip of his head, eyes lowered, and then peeking up. "You?"
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Date: 2017-01-27 03:50 pm (UTC)Freddie's fingers trace up his hand, and his breath comes out a little shaky. He hasn't done any sort of roleplay, if that's what this is, but he tries to keep it up, like he's innocent. A virgin, maybe. He's a little embarrassed, but he's also already getting hard. "To who?" he asks with a shy dip of his head, eyes lowered, and then peeking up. "You?"