[ the liquor taste doesn't deter him, especially when he has whiskey on his own tongue. all of the men he's kissed since he started kissing them have tasted like one alcohol or another, and some of the women have, too. it's only when he came here that they started tasting like other things: mints, toothpaste, sugar, a rainbow of flavors. but the taste of alcohol is practically a comfort.
his laugh is a warm huff of air against freddie's lips. he kisses him again, more firmly than before, and again, and again. and somewhere in between he says, ] Reckon something could be done about that.
[ his hands travel down freddie's front, seeking the hem of his shirt and the skin beneath. ]
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his laugh is a warm huff of air against freddie's lips. he kisses him again, more firmly than before, and again, and again. and somewhere in between he says, ] Reckon something could be done about that.
[ his hands travel down freddie's front, seeking the hem of his shirt and the skin beneath. ]