Noah couldn't control himself when he k!ssed Mason. Mason was wearing a round-neck sweatshirt, and he could clearly feel that the collar on one side was pulled wide open, and the fabric rubbed against his shoulders. There was an undercurrent of excitement.
He was half pushed and half carried into the house in a daze. Noah said something, but Mason didn't hear it clearly. Just as he was about to ask, his belt was untied.
It was not until a hand slid down the waist and touched the more private skin that Mason suddenly came to his senses. Without thinking, he grabbed Noah's wrist.
"Wait a moment!"
Having just been knocked unconscious by a string of k!sses, Mason's breathing was still disordered, but he still hurriedly squeezed out these words.
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