Noah squeezes again, gently, curiously, trying to find the shape of him under all the fabric. But his eyes never leave Freddie's, he feels pinned by his gaze and he can feel his heart flutter in his chest, game or not. His eyelids only lower a little when Freddie moves closer, their faces too near each other to see.

Freddie's breath is warm and Noah licks his own lower lip, wetting it. "Yes," he whispers. "I've been wanting you to kiss me for a long time. Could you tell?"