He can tell Noah's close, can feel it in the tight grip of Noah's hands on his shoulders, the shuddered breath against his neck and the shake of Noah's thighs atop his own. Better still, he can feel it in the pulse against his palm, the throb mere seconds before Noah's coming, painting Freddie's chest and stomach, his hips bucking helplessly as Freddie gently slows his pace, milking him through it.

"Fuck, you've been needing that for awhile, yeah?" he replies with a quiet laugh, tipping his head a bit as Noah leans in, lips brushing for a moment before Noah's essentially melting against him.

Freddie uncurls his sticky fingers and gently slips free the one he still has inside Noah to move both hands to Noah's hips, holding gently. He nudges his nose against Noah's almost playfully, grinning before he ducks in for another kiss as he slides one hand away to brush a finger through some of the mess Noah's made on his belly. He pulls away only enough to drag that same finger along Noah's bottom lip before leaning in to lick it off, groaning softly at the thicker, saltier taste that melts on his tongue.