Freddie's seen more than his share of breasts in his life, has even helped peel a woman or two out of her dress just exactly as he's doing with Noah right now. It's never felt quite like this, however. For obvious reasons.

The tension in the room seems to pull tighter as Noah pushes up from the arm of the couch and into Freddie's space, holding his dress up at the waist and bra in one hand. He's completely bare from the waist up, milky-white skin on full display. They're bigger than one might assume of someone of Noah's stature, but only slightly, and Freddie doesn't even pretend to not look. After all, that's the whole point.

"Very nice," he agrees with a smirk, one hand still on Noah's waist, thumb brushing bare skin as he holds the fabric in place. He steps in closer, head ducked to admire the peak of each nipple as he slides his other hand up Noah's arm and then lets go to brush two fingers down the swell of one breast, skin soft and smooth.

He glances up then, eyes locking on Noah's and lips still twitched in a grin. "Okay?"