noah sweetwine.
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a shiver races down his spine, from both the whisper and the sudden closeness, and his pupils are dilated when he looks up at noah again. the words send a warmth spreading through the pit of his stomach and his hips jerk against the other almost involuntarily. “i want you too.” his hands are wandering down until he reaches the hem of noah’s shirt, tugging it upward as much as possible with the lack of space between them. “you-uh-you have some catching up to do though.” the words are followed by a nervous laugh, though there’s no hiding the underlying lust in them either. his cheeks are flushed red and he feels horribly awkward and inexperienced but he knows that he wants this. they’re already pressed so close together but he wants more.












