That much is definitely a lie, Freddie knows. But it's part of the game, part of the back-and-forth between them and he grins wider as he ducks to mouth down the line of Noah's collarbone, one hand still greedily kneading his beast.
"Waiting for what, exactly?" he asks, keen to play along. The fingers of his other hand dance along the waistband of Noah's underwear, slipping just beneath the line of fabric over his widened hipbone. "My fingers inside you? That what you want, Noah?"
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Date: 2017-08-25 02:52 pm (UTC)"Waiting for what, exactly?" he asks, keen to play along. The fingers of his other hand dance along the waistband of Noah's underwear, slipping just beneath the line of fabric over his widened hipbone. "My fingers inside you? That what you want, Noah?"