Noah groans when he feels Freddie push toward him, and at the hand on his neck he nuzzles his entire face in the crook of Freddie's thigh, finding his balls, dragging his mouth along the curve of his cock.

"You can be rough, if you want," he says, meaning Freddie's hand, bringing his own hands to Freddie's hips. "I like that." He runs his fingers between the band of Freddie's underwear, looking up at him, and then starts to tug them down. "Or gentle. I like everything."

Carefully, he slides Freddie's underwear down, revealing his thick, flushed cock. The head is almost rosy, the tip uncut, and it's bigger than his own, he thinks. Noah can only stare at first, and then lets out a breathy, "Fuck. You're perfect."