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@pegatron44 I could kiss you rn

🔞🔞🔞 n0ah has always been competitive, he’d do anything to win. a natural charmer, always basked in the glow of compliments like it was his god given right to do so -

Carlton tentacles LMFAOOO byler smauS still hit like crazy

Unseen footage of Noah on stage with Finn:

f0ah photoshoot like this exact outfits no changes thanks

the end 🪑

and they both knew what they liked in bed - f1nn liked control, n0ah liked to give it up. so n0ah didn’t get like this often, but it drove f1nn fucking crazy when he switched up on him, made him grovel. “you’re the best noah. you’re in a whole other fucking league.”

n0ah brought the grinding to a halt just when f1nn was at the very edge, caressed f1nn’s cheek gently before he slapped him across the face. he bent down and whispered “tell me I’m the fucking best, finn”

he turned around in f1nn’s lap, yanking f1nn’s hair back and f1nn nearly lost it. he could see how frustrated n0ah was, and that was the goal, to make him lose all of his bearings.

“i know i’m good finn. am i the best?” n0ah asked, grinding against f1nn now, getting bolder and bolder. f1nn couldn’t have that. “just shut up and keep grinding against me like the whore you’re trying so fucking hard to be.” and this was n0ah’s breaking point.

f1nn pulled the straps of n0ah’s undies, pulling them out and letting them slap back against his skin. “you’re so fucking good, noah” f1nn groaned. because he was hard before n0ah even started, it was painful now and as much as he liked to test him, noah knew how to work him

n0ah bent down in front of him, facing the mirror, shaking his ass in f1nn’s face and f1nn fucking loved this, really. knew that nothing could compare to having n0ah like this. there was no competition, never had been.

he was in a slutty little pair of lacy black undies, the kind with two straps on either side. f1nn was still fully clothed.

“shut up, finn” n0ah muttered, blushing already. and it was so endearing, really. he knew f1nn had more experience, knew f1nn had been with men and women, always wanted to take top place of this imaginary list.

“have you ever had a lap dance before?” a cheeky glimmer in his eyes, the perfect set up. “yes” f1nn responded. nothing more, nothing less. the first blow. he wanted to knock n0ah’s confidence a little, make him a little nervous, make him try harder.

f1nn was sitting in a velvet armchair, moved so it was right across from the floor to ceiling mirror in his hotel room. n0ah had found the “the perfect song”, something top 40 f1nn recognised from one of his tiktoks

f1nn likes to test this, likes to poke and prod at n0ah’s ego. in turn, he knows that n0ah likes to work for it, likes to earn the praise.

"-and it's just not how will's arc should work, why does everything build up to a rejection?" "yesss ur so right princess can i put it in now?"