"Fuck," Noah whispers, going still for a moment with his mouth parted, lips pressed sloppily and off-center to Freddie's. He presses forward with his hips, but his pants are making it nearly impossible, so he shifts, changing positions so he can pull them down, yanking his briefs with them.
He kneels over Freddie, hovering over him, his eyes half-closed from the attention Freddie's hand is giving him. "Please, please..."
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Date: 2017-02-12 02:49 am (UTC)He kneels over Freddie, hovering over him, his eyes half-closed from the attention Freddie's hand is giving him. "Please, please..."