It's obvious Noah doesn't want to talk about his ex too much and Freddie can't blame him. From what he's been told so far, it hardly seems a fun topic and, if anything, Freddie wants Noah to feel good tonight.

And to maybe get his dick sucked.

His gaze drops to the shift of muscles as Noah deposits his own shirt, lips twitching into a grin and then an all-out smile as Noah shifts up and presses him back into the mattress. It falters only when he feels Noah's lips pressed against him through cotton, warm breath right against the wet tip of his cock.

"Fuck," he breathes, shifting his legs a bit so he can arch upward, reaching down to curl one hand around the nape of Noah's neck, a light hold but one filled with intent.