It's not the smoothest thing, but Freddie's able to tug open the top button of Noah's trousers, parting the denim enough to shove his hand inside and curl his fingers around Noah's hard length, feeling the heat of him through only one layer now.

"Oh, I love it," he says, head still tipped back as Noah glides his fingers down the sides of Freddie's face, thumb toying with Freddie's bottom lip. It's not quite a reverent sort of touch though some part of Freddie feels that way and, with one hand still on Noah's cock, Freddie slides the other higher up Noah's shirt, thumbing over a nipple. "D'you like fucking?"