[If Freddie's the wave that sends Csssidy stumbling, then he's very still about it. Barely flinching at the drag of teeth across his shoulder (though his own teeth are pressed tight together, a neat white row, in response). Still and cool as Cass comes against his hand, striping his skin sticky.
He draws in a slow breath that follows the path of Cassidy's hands where they run up across his ribs, and lets his head tip pliantly in response to the drag of fingers in his hair.
His eyes are open through that brief, hard kiss, blinking slightly when there's enough space between them again to let light floor back in.]
That sounds nice. You can try.
[And then, as before, a hand pressed flat to Cassidy's chest. Freddie wipes his palm clean there with unusual delicacy before pressing harder - pushing Cassidy back far enough for him to free himself from his spot on the countertop. The smile he gives him is bland and noncommital.]
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He draws in a slow breath that follows the path of Cassidy's hands where they run up across his ribs, and lets his head tip pliantly in response to the drag of fingers in his hair.
His eyes are open through that brief, hard kiss, blinking slightly when there's enough space between them again to let light floor back in.]
That sounds nice. You can try.
[And then, as before, a hand pressed flat to Cassidy's chest. Freddie wipes his palm clean there with unusual delicacy before pressing harder - pushing Cassidy back far enough for him to free himself from his spot on the countertop. The smile he gives him is bland and noncommital.]
Not tonight, though. I'm not really in the mood.