Noah wastes no time in returning the kiss, pressing in closer as he grabs at Freddie's shirt, letting the dress fall between them, stopped only by the press of Freddie's hips. He grunts into the kiss, growls at the feel of Noah's breasts against him, soft and full and entirely enticing.

He slides one hand up over Noah's shoulder and into his hair, tipping his head slightly so Freddie has better access to his mouth, swallowing a gasp as he thumbs and pinches at Noah's nipple, delighting in every single shiver. Noah's given no indication that he'll allow more than this, but he's giving no sign at all so far that Freddie should slow down, and so he doesn't.

"Look so fucking good like this," he murmurs then, a whisper against Noah's lips as he cradles heavy flesh in one hand again and giving Noah's bottom lip a faint bite. "You touched yourself at all yet?"