Their lips brush in another kiss, slow and hazy as before until Noah breaks away to duck against Freddie's neck instead, touch of his lips making Freddie's skin tingle.

His lips twitch in surprise a moment later and he pulls back again to look down at Noah. "You're serious?" he asks, noting the flush of pink across Noah's cheeks, there from the weed or the heat between them or from what he's just admitted. "Not at all?"

Noah's young, he knows. But Freddie had sucked a cock by age fourteen so perhaps his perception is a bit skewed. "You really want to?"