Last night had been amazing, well worth the nervousness and indecision over whether or not to come over in the first place. As a ghost Noah's always been able to concentrate his recovery time into a matter of moments if he wanted to. Last night he didn't let himself, he didn't really need to even though it left him sore and oversensitive. At one point Freddie used his mouth to bring him to the brink at least half a dozen times before making him come. And his cock...
Noah sleeps hard, at first spooned up next to Freddie, the both of them a sweaty, exhausted mess.
He wakes up in Freddie's bed, in his old body. It's a strange, disorienting feeling. He watches Freddie wander into his bathroom and rolls onto his back, focusing on his breathing and taking stock of his surroundings and his old, male body. There's still dried come on his chest.
When he hears the toilet flush Noah manifests in the open doorway, smiling at Freddie.
"Morning," he says, running a hand through his now short hair to try and tame it.
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Noah sleeps hard, at first spooned up next to Freddie, the both of them a sweaty, exhausted mess.
He wakes up in Freddie's bed, in his old body. It's a strange, disorienting feeling. He watches Freddie wander into his bathroom and rolls onto his back, focusing on his breathing and taking stock of his surroundings and his old, male body. There's still dried come on his chest.
When he hears the toilet flush Noah manifests in the open doorway, smiling at Freddie.
"Morning," he says, running a hand through his now short hair to try and tame it.