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Noah's been getting hard since Freddie touched his stomach, so when he feels Freddie's cock pressed between them he's glad to find he isn't the only one. He moves his hand down to tug at the waist of Freddie's pants, aligning their hips so he has something to lazily rut up against.

"Okay," Noah says, dreamily, tilting his head so Freddie can keep kissing his neck, too, if he wants.

"Oh. Wait. Please, can I-- can I suck you first?" He blushes when he asks, but it's clear he wants it. He's never even seen a real cock in person, and now that Freddie wants more than just to kiss, his mouth is practically watering for it.

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Noah grabs at him, lining them up hip to hip, and Freddie lets out a low, pleased sound as he grinds down against him, laughing softly at Noah's quiet, almost dreamy reply.

The follow up comes as a surprise though and Freddie pulls back a bit, curious but still smiling as he cocks his head. "Not about to say no to a blowjob," he admits, still rolling his hips in a slow, lazy rhythm before ducking down again, his nose bumping against Noah's. "There some reason you wanna go first?"

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Noah's moan is as soft as Freddie's laugh, and he wants to smile at the sound, but the friction of Freddie rocking against his cock mixed with the buzz from the weed is already driving him out of his mind. He feels flushed and floaty, the edges of intensity dulled but slowly building.

He reaches up, cupping Freddie's face to kiss him before answering. "I just got excited at the realization that I could," he tries to explain, tucking his face against Freddie's neck under the pretense of kissing it to hide his embarrassment. "I've never done it before."

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Their lips brush in another kiss, slow and hazy as before until Noah breaks away to duck against Freddie's neck instead, touch of his lips making Freddie's skin tingle.

His lips twitch in surprise a moment later and he pulls back again to look down at Noah. "You're serious?" he asks, noting the flush of pink across Noah's cheeks, there from the weed or the heat between them or from what he's just admitted. "Not at all?"

Noah's young, he knows. But Freddie had sucked a cock by age fourteen so perhaps his perception is a bit skewed. "You really want to?"

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"I've done it to a toy. And I've had them done to me, so I don't think I'll be too terrible," Noah says, because he doesn't want Freddie to think he's totally incompetent. He's had sex, a lot of it, in a lot of different ways. Just not with an actual cock. It's not something he missed, but he also doesn't want to pass up the opportunity to see what it's like.

"I want to, really," he says, as solemn as he can get his weed-foggy mind to go, and reaches between them to unbutton Freddie's pants to prove it.

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It's curious, Freddie thinks, given what Noah's shared with him already.

"Didn't you have a boyfriend?" he asks, genuinely confused, though that interest falters somewhat as Noah reaches a hand between them to thumb open Freddie's sleep shorts. With some effort, Freddie pushes up to his knees, giving Noah better access as well as giving himself the opportunity to strip out of his shirt, tossing it aside before slipping his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and dragging them down past his hips.

He's never minded putting on a bit of a show and now's certainly no different, especially given how eager Noah seems to be.

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Noah gives pause, unsure what to say, how deep he wants the conversation to go, especially now that Freddie's taking his shirt off. "It was just different with us," he says, distracted by the way Freddie is slowly pulling his own shorts down.

Not wanting to be too behind, Noah yanks his own shirt off, dropping it on the floor without ceremony. He stares at the generous bulge in Freddie's underwear and moves closer, smoothing his palms up Freddie's thighs, only then looking at his face.

"Let me," he says, tipping Freddie back and moving down his body, finding the damp spot on his underwear with his mouth, sucking at his cock over the thin layer of cotton.

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It's obvious Noah doesn't want to talk about his ex too much and Freddie can't blame him. From what he's been told so far, it hardly seems a fun topic and, if anything, Freddie wants Noah to feel good tonight.

And to maybe get his dick sucked.

His gaze drops to the shift of muscles as Noah deposits his own shirt, lips twitching into a grin and then an all-out smile as Noah shifts up and presses him back into the mattress. It falters only when he feels Noah's lips pressed against him through cotton, warm breath right against the wet tip of his cock.

"Fuck," he breathes, shifting his legs a bit so he can arch upward, reaching down to curl one hand around the nape of Noah's neck, a light hold but one filled with intent.

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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."

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"Do you?" Freddie replies with a strangled sort of laugh. He lifts his hips as Noah starts to peel down his underpants, his eyes never leaving Noah's as the fabric is discarded. He sweeps a hand over his stomach, inhales as Noah stares, his blue eyes blown wide.

He hadn't assumed that Noah'd been lying at all, but there's something heady in the way Noah's staring at him, something that makes his ego blossom just a bit.

Slowly, he slides his hand down to curl around himself, giving a slow jerk as his eyes dart from Noah's eyes to his mouth and back again. "Still want to?" he asks, though he's fairly sure he knows the answer. His lips curl into a fond grin. "You can take your time. Explore."

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Noah's lips part when Freddie takes himself in hand. He gazes at the movement, absently biting his lower lip. His eyes finally return to Freddie's and he sits up. "I want to. If I didn't want to so bad, I wouldn't mind watching you jerk off, though. God," he says, and then grins a bit self-consciously at his own frankness. "Let me just..." Noah climbs off the bed, fumbling with his own jeans to get them down his legs, toeing off his socks. He pauses a moment, blushing, but finally slides his boxer briefs off and into the pile.

"So that's me." Realizing how dumb that sounded, Noah clamps his hands over his ears, knowing when he gets embarrassed and blushes that they go pink. He runs his fingers through his hair, clasping them behind his head, and then awkwardly drops them, finally returning to the bed. "Crap. I'm sorry I'm such a dork. I've only gotten naked with like two other people. One was during a threesome, so you'd think I'd be less lame."

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Not for the first time, Freddie's aware of just how warm Noah is. Warm and sweet and innocent in a way Freddie's not certain he's ever been. His face is flushed red, his eyes huge, and Freddie sits up with a grin as Noah slips off the bed to take care of his own jeans and briefs.

Freddie swings his legs over the edge of the bed, watching intently, taking in the lines of Noah's abs, all lithe, lean muscle and pale skin. His cock is a beautiful shape, long and flushed. Laughing a little, Freddie swings an arm out to catch Noah before he can drop onto the bed, drawing him to stand between Freddie's spread legs instead.

"Threesome?" Freddie says with a wide grin, intrigued as he slides his hands up Noah's bare sides. "Been in a few of those m'self. Have fun?" Before Noah can answer, he leans in, mouthing at the skin of Noah's chest, tongue finding the peak of one nipple as he slips his thumbs down the V of Noah's pelvic muscle, not quite reaching Noah's cock.

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Noah likes Freddie looking at him, even if he is a little self-conscious, and likes even more when he pulls him close. "I--" his reply breaks off with a small whimper from Freddie's tongue, his dick gives a twitch. Noah raises his hands to Freddie's hair this time and his body unconsciously bends toward him. Freddie's hands are warm and dangerously close to his cock, a mean tease.

"It was fun, yeah," he says, distracted. "Do you only sleep with guys, or do you like girls, too?"

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"Both," Freddie answers easily, sliding his hands to Noah's hips, one slipping further back to rest at the small of Noah's back as he mouths a line down Noah's sternum. He can feel Noah breathing, every inhale as he traces the lines of Noah's upper abs. "Just like sex, mostly."

He shrugs then, grinning as he pulls back, slipping his other hand down between Noah's legs, fingers grazing the weight of his balls briefly before he curls his fingers around the length of him, squeezing and then stroking him from base to tip. He's a nice size, a nice girth in Freddie's grip and his tip is already leaking. Freddie brushes a finger over it, smearing the liquid just a bit over the head. "You? Into both or just blokes?"

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"Ohh," Noah says faintly at Freddie's touch, leaning toward him, his hands falling to Freddie's shoulders. Noah didn't realize how touch-starved he's been until this moment, because even though it's just his hand, he swears a few more strokes like that and he might come. Especially when he plays with the head. Unconsciously, Noah pushes his hips forward, wanting more.

"Both," he finally answers, getting himself together enough to run his hands over Freddie's chest. He runs his thumbs experimentally over Freddie's nipples, unsure if most guys are into it. He is, but he was serious when he said he likes everything.

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Noah responds immediately, arching forward as Freddie tightens his grip, his voice a breathless little moan that goes straight to Freddie's cock. Noah's hands skim over his shoulders and down his chest, thumbs brushing over Freddie's nipples and he arches slightly himself, pressing into it as he starts up a slow, thorough rhythm on Noah's cock, head tipped back to stare up at his face.

"So your threesome," he says, pausing long enough to drag his thumb along the ridge of Noah's cut cock. "Was that your boyfriend and another bloke, or with a girl?"

Either way, he assumes the boyfriend had been involved, the one who wouldn't let Noah suck his dick for reasons Freddie can't begin to fathom. "Either way, it's pretty hot, yeah? Did you get to fuck both of them? Or be fucked, maybe? What d'you like, Noah?"

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"You feel so good," Noah murmurs, beginning to slouch forward some, not enough that their foreheads touch, but close, lost in the feeling of his dick being stroked. He teases Freddie's nipples a little, but his hands move up, back to Freddie's shoulders and then his neck, gently cupping.

"It was with my boyfriend and his girlfriend, but I knew her. She's my friend. She's...mmm...it was good." His gaze raises from where Freddie's holding him, to his eyes, but it's almost too much. Just like talking about all this while he's being touched is almost too much, but in a good way. A really good way. "I ate her out. I love that, I love using my mouth. I fucked her while she went down on my boyfriend."

"I like...I like being on top, but I like having something in me, too. Like a toy, or, whatever. You can finger me, if you want. And tell me what you like while you jerk me off. Please?" he asks, and flashes a brief, mischievous smile. "I like begging."

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That's not quite what Freddie's expecting to hear and he can't help wondering if that's why Noah and his boyfriend had broken up, the whole girlfriend thing. He isn't about to ask, certainly not right now. If anything, he just wants to imagine it, this sweet boy sinking into a girl's cunt, losing himself in her. It's a fucking pretty image, he'll say that much.

He tightens his grip just under the head, swiping his thumb over the tip to spread the pre-come, using it to make his strokes just a little slicker. Breath catching slightly, he keeps his head tipped up, intent on Noah's face as he smooths his other hand further back, trailing his fingertips down the crack of Noah's arse, a gentle tease.

"I like everything," Freddie says, loosening his grip to drag his thumb down the thick vein of Noah's cock and back up again, flirting once more with the tip. Noah keeps mentioning toys, but hasn't said anything about being fucked and, curious, Freddie cocks his. "Would you let me fuck you?" he asks, one fingertip slipping between Noah's cheeks dragging lazily over the pucker of Noah's hole. "Could get me all nice and wet with your mouth first if you like, with that beautiful, wide mouth of yours. Then sit on me, let me fuck right into your tight little hole."

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Noah moans softly at the way Freddie is jerking him, purposeful and exploratory but not with the intention of bringing him to orgasm, slow movements, sometimes just his fingertips, and part of Noah wonders how long he could drag it out before he loses his mind.

But then, when Freddie speaks, with his finger playing at his ass, Noah almost falls into his lap. Freddie has a filthy mouth, filthier than the few people Noah's been intimate with, and it catches him by surprise at how much it turns him on. "Please. Fuck, please, Freddie. Yes."

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Noah essentially collapses forward, his hands on Freddie's shoulders. Freddie moves his hand up to Noah's hip, steadying him for a moment, his lips brushing the corner of Noah's mouth when he lets out a quiet laugh.

"You do beg very prettily," he says, sliding his hand back once he's sure Noah's not about to fall right over, one fingertip again skimming over Noah's hole, back and forth. He keeps his other hand moving, changing up the pace with his fist as he ducks a little to mouth along the curve of Noah's jaw. "How long has it been since you've had anyone inside you? Has it only ever been a toy?" His tone is almost teasing now as he mouths the skin just below Noah's ear, wriggling his finger to press just past the tight ring of muscle. "Would you bend over to take my cock, Noah?"

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Noah feels like his entire body is heating up, his thighs are shaky, his heart is racing, and when Freddie fingers his rim he lets out a helpless moan. He doesn't know if it's this way for everyone, but his hole is so sensitive at the opening that he's convinced he could come untouched just from stimulating it.

"It's been half a year. Only fingers, only a toy," Noah pants, and gives up trying to stand. He climbs into Freddie's lap, legs folded underneath his thighs, knees wide with his legs spread on either side of Freddie's to make it easier for Freddie to finger him, to jerk him, wanting to beg for more of both but Freddie's already doing so much he doesn't know how much longer he can last.

"I'll bend over for you, please, please faster, Freddie," he moans against Freddie's shoulder.

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"Fuck," Freddie breathes as Noah crawls right into his lap, a knee on either side of him, weight settling over Freddie's thighs. It's an easier angle this way and Freddie lets out a huff of a breath against the shell of Noah's ear, something close to a laugh as he slips his fingertip past Noah's rim again, massaging gently.

Noah's so fucking responsive, making the best noises where he's ducked against Freddie's shoulder, shuddering as Freddie moves his hand faster. It'd be easier with lube, he knows. Better. But the way Noah's quivering in his lap makes him think he has little complaint so far.

"Want to fuck you with my cock then," he says, giving a sharp twist of his wrist before working him faster. "Want to shove up so deep inside you, make it so you can't walk for fucking days." His own cock is aching between his thighs, his wrist bumping it occasionally as he jerks Noah faster. It's easy enough to ignore for the moment, easy when he has Noah practically shaking apart already. He drops his voice a bit lower, his lips pressed right to Noah's ear as he continues. "Want to come inside you, right in that gorgeous, tight little hole. Stuff you so fucking full that it all drips out when I pull out, gets you so fucking messy."

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Freddie pumps his hand faster, presses inside with his finger, and it's not Freddie's cock but it feels so damn good. Noah's leaking pre-come everywhere, already close to the edge, but it's what Freddie's saying, his hot fucking running narrative of what he wants to do that makes Noah suddenly lean back with a gasp, hands gripping Freddie's shoulders. He opens his mouth to warn Freddie or say something other than please, but he can't. He cries out instead, looking down as he comes in long spurts, painting Freddie's stomach and chest with it.

With a soft moan, Noah cups Freddie's face, leaning in to kiss him, still breathless, chest heaving, but needing to kiss him all the same. "You're so fucking hot, Jesus Christ," he whispers, kissing the corner of Freddie's mouth, then his cheek, before resting his forehead against Freddie's to catch his breath and come down.

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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.

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"You could say that." Noah laughs, a soft, breathless sound, eyes crinkling in the corners from a self-conscious grin. He might be embarrassed, but he feels too good to care that he got that worked up over a handjob. It was a good fucking handjob. But his smile dims and his face heats up when Freddie spreads some of his own come onto his lip, only to clean it off himself with his tongue. If Noah could get hard again already, he would be.

Emboldened as ever by Freddie's confidence and complete lack of shame, Noah scoops some of the come from his chest, only he slides his finger into Freddie's mouth for him to suck it off. He follows by leaning in to kiss Freddie, chasing the taste with his own tongue and a soft moan, a hungry sound despite being absolutely spent.

Noah doesn't want to leave Freddie's lap just yet. He cups the back of Freddie's neck with one hand, and with the other he reaches between them to run his palm through the mess on Freddie's stomach. He wraps his slick hand around Freddie's still-hard cock, stroking slowly, a tease of what he's about to do with his mouth.

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Freddie grins as Noah swipes a finger over his chest and lifts it to his lips, pushing it straight into Freddie's mouth. With a soft groan, Freddie wraps his lips tight around Noah's finger, tongue flat as he sinks down onto it before Noah quickly pulls it away to kiss him instead. It's filthy, just exactly how Freddie likes it, and he laughs quietly into Noah's mouth, delighted, as Noah curls a hand around the back of his neck.

He curls a hand around Freddie's cock at about the same time and Freddie jerks gently, laughing again as he breaks the kiss, his breath already ragged, already unbelievably turned on from getting Noah so worked up.

"Yeah, that's--" he breathes against Noah's open mouth, eyes fluttering as his muscles start tensing, his own hands falling to Noah's thighs and gripping tight. "Mine the first cock you've touched, Noah? You still want to suck it?"