Noah lets Freddie move him, would let him manhandle him anywhere or way he wants at this point. Maybe it's just in his head, but not being able to see each movement, each caress, just makes his senses seem heightened. Every touch feels like a brand, especially the press of Freddie's mouth. It sends a shiver up his spine.
"So," he says lightly, his voice uneven, "on a scale of one to ten, how much hotter is this butt?" He's only seen it in the mirror, but he thinks it's a pretty great one. The city was kind to him.
He's realizing it must be a little like being with a stranger for Freddie. He doubts that's something that bothers Freddie, but he wonders how much he's connecting what he's touching to who he's touching.
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Date: 2017-08-25 11:09 pm (UTC)"So," he says lightly, his voice uneven, "on a scale of one to ten, how much hotter is this butt?" He's only seen it in the mirror, but he thinks it's a pretty great one. The city was kind to him.
He's realizing it must be a little like being with a stranger for Freddie. He doubts that's something that bothers Freddie, but he wonders how much he's connecting what he's touching to who he's touching.