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Noah was beginning to regret having not actually just ducked into a bathroom stall with Freddie. The offer to peek had been spontaneous, something he meant to be super casual and not the request he'd made at the mall that had caused another rift between them. But now the reception was over and Noah had driven Donna home, and that meant driving to Freddie's apartment and knocking on his apartment door - not to come over to hang out, but to show off what the city had done to him.

No matter what way he turned it around in his head, coming over to Freddie's apartment like this felt anything but casual. Even though that's all it could be.

He was over-thinking it.

Of course they could just hang out. They'd done it before a ton of times, it would be fine. Maybe he could even forget the boobs thing altogether, maybe it was a bad idea to begin with.

So Noah parked at Freddie's apartment building and knocked on his door, still in the dress he'd worn to the wedding, his hair pulled from its braid and lipstick reapplied. He told himself it was so he wouldn't look like a wreck on his last day as a girl, was all.

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Noah lets Freddie move him, would let him manhandle him anywhere or way he wants at this point. Maybe it's just in his head, but not being able to see each movement, each caress, just makes his senses seem heightened. Every touch feels like a brand, especially the press of Freddie's mouth. It sends a shiver up his spine.

"So," he says lightly, his voice uneven, "on a scale of one to ten, how much hotter is this butt?" He's only seen it in the mirror, but he thinks it's a pretty great one. The city was kind to him.

He's realizing it must be a little like being with a stranger for Freddie. He doubts that's something that bothers Freddie, but he wonders how much he's connecting what he's touching to who he's touching.

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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."

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Noah smiles to himself, turning his head to try and look over his shoulder, eyes downturned. "You can find out," he says, cheeks going warm. "If you want."

He looks up, past the tree he drew on the wall months ago toward Freddie's bedroom. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss this, if he hadn't been hoping Freddie would want to put his mouth all over him. Just this, the groping and talking, the promise of more, already has him aching. He didn't even know he could like this as a girl.

"Personally," he continues, pressing back, closer toward Freddie's body. "I was wondering how many times you could make me come."

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Freddie is tempted to have a taste just now, to see if Noah shivers or moans in this body the same way as he'd done in the old one.

But Noah's statement sounds an awful lot like a challenge and he smirks instead, sliding his hands high up Noah's sides and drawing him back into Freddie's lap. It feels oddly illicit being fully clothed while Noah is decidedly naked and he presses a kiss to Noah's bare shoulder as he slides his hands up over soft thighs, forcing him to spread his legs.

"How much time you think we have?" he asks, sliding one hand upward, fingers teasingly close to the juncture of leg and pelvis.

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Noah lets Freddie pull him back, fitting himself snug against Freddie's chest, ass flush with Freddie's lap. Noah can feel the bulge of his cock through layers of clothes, and he shifts purposefully to tease him, see how hard he is.

Noah spreads his legs at Freddie's insistence, hooking his feet behind Freddie's calves. He's throbbing from anticipation, surely wet. He shifts again, wanting Freddie's touch.

"Probably all night, Noah guesses. That seems to be how the city works, it's when you wake up. One of Freddie's hands is between his legs, Noah covers the other to guide it up to his breast. "Better make it count."

[thisfaceismine]

The position is a bit precarious with nothing at Freddie's back, but he manages to keep his balance, groaning when Noah lightly takes his other hand and guides up to the perfect swell of his left breast. Greedy, Freddie takes a good handful, teasing Noah's nipple between two fingers as he slides his other hand higher still, right along the crease of Noah's thigh and inward a bit over the tight little curls of his cunt.

"Plan to," he says because this is easy now. Whatever might happen later, whatever rules might lock back into place once Noah gets his real body back, Freddie's keen on indulging in as much they can get to tonight.

Mouth still at Noah's shoulders, he spreads his own legs a little wider, shifting his balance and forcing Noah to spread even further before grazing his finger down the center of Noah's folds, grinning when he finds him already wet. His cock jerks under Noah's weight and he lets out a soft groan when he finds the tiny, hard nub of Noah's clit with the tip of his finger and circles it lightly.

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"Oh wow," Noah breathes out, a startled, warm-sounding exclamation. It's so much different than having his dick stroked or teased, but gives him the same sort of stomach-clenching, shivery feeling. Being unable to see Freddie, feeling clothes and not skin against his back and legs, and Freddie's hands and body feeling somehow so much bigger to him than normal gives it all an erotic edge even though they aren't doing anything particularly kinky.

Noah reaches an arm back, cupping the back of Freddie's head and pressing his cheek to Freddie's temple.

"That feels good."