[That particularly hard grind gets him to really let out a long moan. Just a common effect of Freddy Newendyke.]

If you're not sure... [The grinding and fucking sweetness of his face covered with kisses makes him trail off and even forget the point.]

Yeah, well. I'm not sure what we'll do until midnight up here. Heh.

[A paw smooths up Freddy's shirt to his back.]

How about we take forty winks. Then, I dunno. You can tell me about your day.

[Talk. That would be good. That's what all the racket prevents.]