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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 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?"

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"Mmhmm." Noah's a little breathless himself, looking down between them at his hand working Freddie's cock. He can't get over his big it is, how pretty. "Feels good-- and fuck, if you don't stop talking like that I'm gonna get hard all over again," he says with a small laugh. "But yeah. Yeah, I want to suck you."

With a grace he's surprised he can manage at this point, Noah slowly slides to the floor to kneel between Freddie's legs. Instead of taking his dick in hand, Noah curls his hands around Freddie's calves and gazes up at him. He licks his lower lip to wet it, considering.

"Feed it to me?" he asks, feeling himself blush to ask it. "Just at first."

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Freddie can quite honestly think of many worse things than Noah getting hard again, particularly if he's present to help take care of it. Not that he's given opportunity to say as much as Noah slides down to kneel between Freddie's spread legs, hands curled loosely around his calves.

"Fucking hell," he breathes through a strangled sort of laugh. Noah's staring down at his cock like he's starving for it, pale eyes blown dark and Freddie reaches out with one hand to swipe the hair off Noah's forehead before taking himself with the other, angling it toward Noah's full lips with just the slightest press of his thumb.

"Yeah, open up," he says, giving himself a slow jerk before pulling his foreskin back completely and guiding the tip over Noah's bottom lip. His own mouth drop open at that touch alone before he licks his own lips, staring intently as he presses further, easing into Noah's open mouth. He smooths he hand he has in Noah's hair down to curl around the back of his neck as he gently arches his hips further forward, murmurs a quiet, "Jesus, you look good like this. So eager for it. Fuck."

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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.

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As good as it is already, Freddie forces himself to go slow. He can't remember the last time he'd been anyone's first in any capacity, has always tended to gravitate toward the ones who really know what they're doing, the ones who can show him a thing or two, bend him over and fuck him against a wall.

There's something compelling about this though, something undeniably hot in watching Noah's sweet mouth wrap around him, suckling as he gets used to the taste and feel. He's sucked toys, he'd said. Whatever that means. He clearly has some idea of what he's doing as his eyes flutter open and he looks up at Freddie, cheeks pink and mouth stretched wide and fuck, this will be over fast.

Freddie slides his hand higher into Noah's hair, palming the back of his head and pushing slightly, a slow encouragement before he has to lean back a little, holding his weight on his other arm. "You like it?" he asks, not at all expecting Noah to answer, of course. "You like the feel of a real cock on your tongue, Noah? Like how it, ahh-- Fuck, yeah that's good. So good. Fuckin' natural, you are. Will you let me come in your mouth? Hmmm? Swallow me down?"

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Noah moans when Freddie pushes him further onto his cock, and louder when he asks if he likes it, fingers digging into Freddie's thighs. He takes even more, until he can feel it touch the back of his throat, until his jaw is stretched so wide it already begins to ache. He suctions his lips and pulls off slowly, gasping for breath as he gazes up at Freddie.

"I want you to come on my face," he tells him, his voice already hoarse from taking Freddie's cock so deep. But there's one perk of being what he is; no gag reflex if he doesn't think about there being one.

With a bit more assertion, Noah wraps his fingers around Freddie's hand on his own cock and leans right back in, taking the head in his mouth to suck, teasing the slit, the underside, the sensitive foreskin with his tongue. All of it. He wants to explore every inch.

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Noah's lips are red when he pulls off, swollen and spit-slick. Freddie takes a second to catch his breath as he slides his hand inward, thumb brushing the curve of Noah's jaw, his cock twitching at how rough Noah's voice is already.

"Jesus," he breathes at Noah's request, his hand sliding to the base of his dick then, squeezing tight to keep back the rush that threatens.

And then Noah's hand is cover his own, guiding Freddie back into his mouth. He's more assertive this time, tongue flicking out across Freddie's slit and then around the head, dipping gently under the foreskin as he strokes upward. Freddie gives over to it, slipping his hand out and running it over his stomach, feeling the muscles in his abdomen clench when Noah takes him in deep again, deeper than he should be able to for his first time, holy fuck.

It's easily the best blowjob he's had in months and he has to reach out a moment later, fingers tangling in Noah's hair again and giving a light tug as he wave starts roll over him. "Noah," he breathes, a warning as he feels his balls start to clench.

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Noah has only just started, trying to deep throat Freddie, starting to slowly bob his head, when he feels Freddie's hand tugging at his hair, pulling him back. Noah is flushed with pride at getting Freddie off so soon, but he doesn't want to stop just yet.

Noah moans to hear his name like that, but he takes the cue and pulls off. He's breathing deeply, flushed. Somewhere along the way his body forgot to be like a real boy's with a longer recovery time and he's hard again. He doesn't pay it any mind, instead he carefully takes the hand Freddie's holding himself with and moves it away, leaving Freddie's dick bare and spit-shiny.

"Shh, not yet," he murmurs, returning his hand to Freddie's cock. He squeezes gently, trying to stop him from wanting to come, while at the same time finding the vein and stroking it with his thumb the way he likes to do with himself. And then he does what he's wanted to since Freddie removed his underwear and raises up on his knees a little more, nuzzling his cheek against Freddie's cock, dragging his mouth along its length.

"I haven't even sucked your balls. Do you like that?"