Noah was set to play the role of the shy, innocent virgin the entire time, but his resolve melts when he hears the table slide across the carpet, when Freddie shoves up, kissing him harder with a moan Noah feels down to his toes. He hasn't been with Freddie in awhile, and he's missed it. He hadn't realized just how much until this moment.

Noah's hand leaves its awkward spot where it was sandwiched between them, fumbling until he finds Freddie's jaw. He cups Freddie's face between his hands, kissing back just as fiercely, shoving Freddie's body over enough so that when he presses him down into the carpet he doesn't smack him against the coffee table.

With Freddie nice and pinned, Noah's fingers plunge into his hair to keep his head still while he raises his own enough to speak and look into Freddie's eyes. "I want to fuck you," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "Please..."