Though they're still playing, Freddie isn't entirely sure if Noah is pretending through all of it. He knows he isn't, he can't with the way Noah's still touching him, the way Noah's looking at him.
And now the way Noah's kissing him.
It's slow at first, tentative in a way Freddie still remembers from the first time together and he sighs into it, brushing Noah's tongue with his own as he presses down on Noah's hand and rocking up at the same time, aching in his shorts. The angle is still awkward and the table slides backward on the carpet under his and Noah's weight. Freddie has to engage his stomach muscles to keep from falling backward so he pushes up instead, right into Noah's space, deepening the kiss with a rough, hungry moan.
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Date: 2017-02-11 05:41 am (UTC)And now the way Noah's kissing him.
It's slow at first, tentative in a way Freddie still remembers from the first time together and he sighs into it, brushing Noah's tongue with his own as he presses down on Noah's hand and rocking up at the same time, aching in his shorts. The angle is still awkward and the table slides backward on the carpet under his and Noah's weight. Freddie has to engage his stomach muscles to keep from falling backward so he pushes up instead, right into Noah's space, deepening the kiss with a rough, hungry moan.