"Is it?" Noah asks, letting out a breathy laugh, lowering to a moan when he feels Freddie's hand on his cock through his pants. He needs to get them off, and soon. But for now he enjoys having Freddie underneath him, his hand exploring his chest under his shirt, the other between his legs. "What's next, marriage?"
He leans over Freddie a little, again, running his fingers through Freddie's hair, combing it back, and caresses his face, tracing his lower lip with his thumb. "Do you like it? Getting fucked, or no?" he asks, serious this time.
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Date: 2017-02-12 12:00 am (UTC)He leans over Freddie a little, again, running his fingers through Freddie's hair, combing it back, and caresses his face, tracing his lower lip with his thumb. "Do you like it? Getting fucked, or no?" he asks, serious this time.