[Are they doing this? His pants are shucked down low, past his knees. Matt is tenting in his soft lounge pants and he idly palms over Frank's muscled, hairy thighs.]
I'm clean.
[His soul though? Well, his cheeks are burning the way a choir boy's would.]
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[Are they doing this? His pants are shucked down low, past his knees. Matt is tenting in his soft lounge pants and he idly palms over Frank's muscled, hairy thighs.]
I'm clean.
[His soul though? Well, his cheeks are burning the way a choir boy's would.]