Freddie is a little alarmed by Noah's insistence, his lips tugging into a frown as he wonders what that means, wonders if Noah had thought about anyone else apart from Freddie, if he thought of his friend from home, the one with the mohawk and the committed boyfriend. Because there's no reason Noah'd be thinking only of him, not after everything.

Not that it matters. Noah's here with him now, nearly completely bare and practically begging already as he spreads his legs. Freddie doesn't delve any lower, not yet, just grazing his fingers along the waistband, smirking as he turns them both suddenly so he can rest back against the arm of the sofa himself, Noah standing in front of him.

"Think I should get a good look first," he decides with a smirk, half sitting though he keeps his hands on Noah's waist, gaze dropping once more to the swell of his breasts. "Don't you want to show off?"