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Noah's been getting hard since Freddie touched his stomach, so when he feels Freddie's cock pressed between them he's glad to find he isn't the only one. He moves his hand down to tug at the waist of Freddie's pants, aligning their hips so he has something to lazily rut up against.

"Okay," Noah says, dreamily, tilting his head so Freddie can keep kissing his neck, too, if he wants.

"Oh. Wait. Please, can I-- can I suck you first?" He blushes when he asks, but it's clear he wants it. He's never even seen a real cock in person, and now that Freddie wants more than just to kiss, his mouth is practically watering for it.

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Noah pulls his shirt on as Freddie adds his number into the cell and scrubs a hand through his hair to try and comb it back so he doesn't return to Hywel looking so rumpled. With Gansey back there's now insomniacs, so there's never telling who's going to be awake and around at all hours.

"No, it's fine, thank you," he says, watching Freddie closely as he takes his phone back. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

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It's Noah's question that knocks Freddie back into himself, his brow furrowing for a second before he lets out a quick humorless laugh and shakes his head.

"No, it's-- No," he says, realizing that doesn't sound too reassuring. He gives a jerk of his head toward the door before walking Noah to it. His smile is small then, almost sheepish when he reaches the door, turning back to Noah. "Just wasn't quite expecting to end the night with a date."