Noah doesn't exactly shiver under his touch, but there's a flicker in his eyes and a hitch of his breath that Freddie doesn't think he's imagining. Or maybe he only hopes he's not imagining it. Noah's chest heaves slightly beneath his fingertips and he skims lower, following the under curve of Noah's beast and brushing his thumb along the bottom edge of the pink surrounding his nipple.
There's a hand on his shirt then, clutching the bottom hem to hold him in place and Freddie swallows, eyes flicking up to Noah's again, searching as he cups the heft of Noah's left breast in his right hand.
"Feel a bit like a pervert," he admits, his voice a whisper as his lips twitch into a bare grin. He smooths his other hand up then, just the edge of his thumb tucked under the flesh of Noah's right breast.
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Date: 2017-08-24 04:31 pm (UTC)There's a hand on his shirt then, clutching the bottom hem to hold him in place and Freddie swallows, eyes flicking up to Noah's again, searching as he cups the heft of Noah's left breast in his right hand.
"Feel a bit like a pervert," he admits, his voice a whisper as his lips twitch into a bare grin. He smooths his other hand up then, just the edge of his thumb tucked under the flesh of Noah's right breast.