Freddie licks at his fingers, part of him trying to determine if Noah tastes any different now that Freddie knows what he is, but he doesn't really. Just tastes like come, a little bit different from everyone else, just like normal.

He drops his hand to his chest, returning Noah's smirk with a turn of his head. He pulls his knees up, his cock tenting his shorts as he idly slides that hand lower down his stomach, teasing himself just a bit. "S'pose, that's true," he agrees, the front of his shirt tacky with Noah's come. Making a face, he presses his shoulder to the floor, arching his back so he can pull his sullied shirt up over his head. "It's the same for you, isn't it? D'you think it'd be weird?" he asks then, his head still turned toward Noah as he smooths his hand lower down his belly again. "Getting off with another ghost?"