Noah wishes he hadn't heard that, because now he wants it. The thought makes him whimper, but maybe another time. If there's another time. Because right now he really wants to keep sucking Freddie, to make him feel good.

"Yeah, I rim," he says, tugging Freddie further to the edge of the bed so his mouth can more easily reach underneath his cock. Freddie is neatly kept, and curious, Noah reaches with his tongue to lick at where he's most vulnerable. He takes him into his mouth, so gently, exploring the texture, the feel of him.

"Is that what you want?" he asks when he's had his fill, breathless. Inspired by Freddie's own filthy mouth, Noah looks up at him. "Want me to lick you out?"