Noah gets lost a little in the sensation of Freddie's hand hot on his cock. He can feel the head peeking out, straining against the waistband of his briefs, and he rocks forward, wanting to feel skin on skin.

"Yeah," he says in a dreamy sort of voice, one hand braced on the floor, the other moving from Freddie's mouth to his neck, fingers idly tracing downward. He smiles softly at Freddie, dipping down to kiss him. "I like everything, remember?"