"Ohh," Noah says faintly at Freddie's touch, leaning toward him, his hands falling to Freddie's shoulders. Noah didn't realize how touch-starved he's been until this moment, because even though it's just his hand, he swears a few more strokes like that and he might come. Especially when he plays with the head. Unconsciously, Noah pushes his hips forward, wanting more.

"Both," he finally answers, getting himself together enough to run his hands over Freddie's chest. He runs his thumbs experimentally over Freddie's nipples, unsure if most guys are into it. He is, but he was serious when he said he likes everything.