Noah likes that, being told what to do, giving control to Freddie. He opens up as directed, eyes on Freddie's, tongue covering his teeth and then pillowing the underside of Freddie's cock. He closes his lips and his eyes, just feeling it, licking and tasting, the warm skin, salty from Freddie's pre-come and his own. He suckles experimentally at what's in his mouth already, opening his eyes and looking up at Freddie for approval.

Noah warms at the praise and wishes he could answer, but he can only moan his agreement, yes, he's eager, yes, he wants more. He'd let Freddie fuck his mouth if he wanted to. He sucks again, moans quietly, moving his hands from Freddie's calves to his thighs, holding on.