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"When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is." - OSCAR WILDE, ca. 1890 Freddie, Freddie Dyson. Actor. Writer. Philanthropist. Ghost.

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Just Once // Closed

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He couldn’t hold it in anymore as she brought him in closer, his hand gripping onto her waist as the other moved to the back of her neck as he captured her bottom lip once again, she was being far too tempting now. But he had to control himself, at least just as much as she was demanding for him to do, other than that.

Well, he was only human after all.

His lips locking and releasing with hers as he shifted his position once again, gaining more and more dominance over her with each feverish touch and pepper of kisses that was shared between them. His left hand moving down to the bottom of her top and ever so slightly creeping up under the fabric, his cold fingertips due to his bad circulation felt almost tingleing against her warm skin. They were polar opposites, but they worked so well that way.

It wasn't unexpectedly cheeky of him to move his hand up to those two beauties she always kept hidden.

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He felt the  hunger only growing with each second that his hand rested on the sweet skin of her neck, deciding to move it down slowly, inch by inch, so she wouldn’t slap him in the face and completely reject him in his hour of need. He needed this, so he needed to have some control over himself away, which was going to be near impossible.But he had to try, and her soft lips were what were convincing him to keep going. He moved so that he was slightly pushing her back against the window, but not putting his weight on her as she was a loose canon. The hand that wasn’t cupping her porcelain, swan like neck traveled down until it rested on her waist again, only slightly bringing her body closer to his for that sweet feeling of added heat. As if the room wasn’t hot enough already thanks to the buildings surprising lack of decent air conditioning.

Though his lips on hers stayed gentle and playful, lightly nipping on her bottom lip just to make her feel more at ease as his hand brought her head closer to his, the heavy breaths mixing in a cloud of condensation between them as he tried to control his ferocity. He couldn’t give in yet, not until she did too.

But God if she didn’t soon he didn’t know what he would do.

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Go cry about it, why don’t you?

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Just Once // Closed

He pulled back after the intensity grew to a staggering amount, just to catch his breath for a quick second. He rested his forehead against hers while doing so, taking advantage of his height to look down at her with his almost black-in-colour lust filled eyes. She did this to him. She was like an enchanted wild berry, filled with a toxic poison with such a sweet taste. She did this.

''Sorry, sometimes it’s best to speak with actions rather than words, darling.''

And before she even had time to reply after that breathy little murmur of endearment, his lips were pressed up against hers once again, not caring that the lipstick was smudging around his mouth, he was in his element. He began to return the teasing by pulling his lips back after each quick, passion filled kiss, just for the slightest second before the pairs were reunited once more. The hand that was resting on her waist began to slowly creep it’s way down before it was at the very top of her hip, giving it a slight squeeze in his hand as he  began to lead her backwards, back towards the strategically placed windowsill and lifting her up onto it.

They didn't have to go the whole way, but by the way the blood was pumping at a most record-breaking pace through his body and how the air was being furiously inhaled and exhaled through her nostrils he doubted if either of them would have the control to stop.

Even if they did, they might as well be comfortable.

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Well.

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Well.

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Well.

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Yeah?

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Young Lust | Freddie

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Freddie's eyebrows furrowed when he saw the anxious movements of Chase's hands, sure he was never the most coordinated person but he was never this bad. It was like he was having sex with someone with Parkinson's. He shushed him as he began to curse himself under his breath and he gently took the bottle, "We've got all the time in the world kitten, remember?" He purred softly, a concerned smile cracking on his lips as he got into position.

He sat back on the balls of his feet and popped open the lid, sniffing it and pulling a face in an attempt to lighten the mood a little bit, but when he saw that his attempts were futile he himself sighed and decided to just get down to business. He parted Chase's legs, gently running his hands up to his crotch before bringing them back and pouring a substantial amount of lube onto his hands. When his fingers were nicely coated he leaned down and almost painted it around his tight entrance before slowly inserting one finger-just one. 

He had said 'make love' after all.

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Well.

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Yeah, I think they do.

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You can't blame a guy for trying, it's hard to keep control when you're around a beautiful woman.

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Well.

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Freddie, it’s been more than 40 years, I thought you would know by now.

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Times change, so do minds.

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Well.

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Really? Enlighten me.

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Well. [He steps closer to her and drops his voice to an octave-lower-murmur.] There's a bed, and a closed door, and a very, satisfied woman.

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Well.

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You have something in mind Freddie?

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I have, a few things in mind, but I don't know if the lady would like them.

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The happy couple at their engagement party, 2nd March 1941

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Young Lust | Freddie

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That single phrase made Freddie want to run to the hills and never even glance back, make love? How on Earth was he going to make love to a man, was it even possible for two men to do that in a romantic way? The only male he had ever been with was Chase so he was unadmittedly clueless in that department despite nearly forty odd years of experience, sure he had more women than he could count with both his hands and hi feet, but women were so....different. They had a specific biological button inside of them for a man to press, and then he could do whatever he wanted. And it worked, every single time.

But with Chase, you never knew what to expect from that kinky bastard.

Though he persevered, merely nodding his head as his arms fell to the blonde's waist and he pushed his back onto the mattress again, one hand resting while the other brought the blanket over them. Just imagine one of those girls, but with a penis. He captured his lips in a passionate but slow kiss, the heat was there but not smoldering like it usually was. His thumbs caressed his sides and he kept their loins gently rubbing against each other. Just butter him up a bit, then he's all yours.

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Well.

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A good one that’s for sure.

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Well.

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I guess it all depends on my mood, Freds.

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Well what mood are you in now?

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Well.

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I’m not trying to hurt you Freddie.

That’s called common sense, dear.

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How come you can call me dear but the last time I did you held a match to my face? Not that I'm complaining, the petname is rather endearing.