"Mm," Noah hums softly, tilting his head so Freddie can better reach his neck. Every drag of his mouth and caress makes Noah tremble. His hands find their way into Freddie's hair, fingers mindlessly tangling in it, and he pushes his chest out a little to urge Freddie's mouth lower.
"I didn't bother to masturbate, I was waiting for you," Noah says, a belated continuation of his reply, or an answer to Freddie's thoughts. He gently kicks the dress out of the way, glad to be rid of it.
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Date: 2017-08-25 02:37 pm (UTC)"I didn't bother to masturbate, I was waiting for you," Noah says, a belated continuation of his reply, or an answer to Freddie's thoughts. He gently kicks the dress out of the way, glad to be rid of it.