There's a tremor in Noah's voice, light but unmistakable, and Freddie glances up to meet his eyes as he smooths his hand up over the creamy swell of Noah's arse.

"Never minded the old one," he says honestly before he leans down to press another open-mouthed kiss at the meat of him. He murmurs there, lips still twisted in a grin as he grabs a handful. "Bit more meaty now is all. Curvy." He slides greedy hand over his skin, groping rather unashamedly, lightly pulling the cheeks apart and sneaking a glance at the pucker of his pink hole. "Bet you still taste just as good."