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☏ call. ≔ text. 💻 video. ✘ action.

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[Freddie moves differently, like this. You do, when heels tilt your centre of gravity to a new point - balance and gravity take new, more important roles. In Cassidy's arms Freddie's movement feels fluid, but perfectly controlled. It's not so different to how he fucks: instinct, finely honed.]

No idea what a doxy is, but I'm assuming someone else would slap you for it. It's a drag bar.

[He tilts his head back, smiling as another sequinned diva takes the stage to mime. Kylie. Shit, obviously, but even he's got to respect the classics.]

At least, one night a week.

[And no, not for Freddie's own entertainment, though he's grown more comfortable with playing dress ups. It's not his scene, but so few people see him like this anyway, and he does quite like watching how their faces change when they do.

Wouldn't do it in Manchester. Too much of an image to maintain, and boys who fuck boys fuck boys.

But Cassidy? Freddie happens to know he gets his blood up for both, and Freddie's enough of a confusion to appeal across more than one terrain.

Freddie's watching him closely as he curls fingers against his cheek, drags his thumb (nail short but red) across the full of his lips. He lifts his leg, just a fraction, and grins at the result.]

I think you might be enjoying it more.

[dishonests]

What do you be dragging?

[ clearly confused by the terminology, but also clearly caring little at the moment. whatever a drag bar is, it involves freddie looking like he does and really, that's all that matters.

and while it's true cassidy is an equal opportunist, his current interest may have less to do with his attraction to men and women than with his attraction to a certain individual. freddie could be wearing a ridiculous tartan suit or a burlap sack and cassidy would be just as eager to get him out of it every time.

the dress does have a special kind of appeal. it fits like a glove, for one thing. for another, it would provide easy access. as much as cassidy enjoys being completely naked with another person, there's something to be said for the feeling of a woman's skirts rucked around her hips, brushing his thighs. freddie's dress is obviously too short to have that effect ( women's skirts from the future are like that in general, he's found ), but there's merit in that, too.

he turns his head, chasing freddie's thumb as it passes over his lips and nipping at it. the rub of freddie's thigh makes him suck in a breath, and when he exhales it's colored with a laugh. his teeth graze the shell of freddie's ear. ]

I meant what I said. [ freddie makes a fine woman. he moves his hips to a dip in the beat and digs his fingers in above a hipbone. ] How much longer are you working?