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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 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?"

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Noah pulls off with a delicious little moan and Freddie's body instinctively curls toward it, not quite wanting to lose that wet, warm heat. He reaches down to jerk himself off the rest of the way, to come all over Noah's gorgeous face, but Noah's hand gets there first, squeezing him tight at the root, holding back the thrum of blood.

"Fuck," he breathes, the sound melting into a surprised sort of laugh. He feels a bit like the rug's been pulled out from under his feet, the control of the situation stripped from him. It's unnerving, if he's honest, and part of him wants to sit up and yank Noah onto the bed with him, wants to roll him over and jerk off all over the stretch of his pale skin just to get the upper hand back.

But then Noah's ducking in again to mouth along his length, each touch sending tremors all through him. He laughs again, tipping his head up to watch, taken by how eager Noah still is, how much he's genuinely enjoying this. "Love it," he replies, reaching to brush the hair of Noah's forehead again, thumb brushing over his brow. "Love just about everything. Do you rim?"

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Noah wishes he hadn't heard that, because now he wants it. The thought makes him whimper, but maybe another time. If there's another time. Because right now he really wants to keep sucking Freddie, to make him feel good.

"Yeah, I rim," he says, tugging Freddie further to the edge of the bed so his mouth can more easily reach underneath his cock. Freddie is neatly kept, and curious, Noah reaches with his tongue to lick at where he's most vulnerable. He takes him into his mouth, so gently, exploring the texture, the feel of him.

"Is that what you want?" he asks when he's had his fill, breathless. Inspired by Freddie's own filthy mouth, Noah looks up at him. "Want me to lick you out?"

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Noah's somewhat surprisingly strong, his hands gripping Freddie's hips and drawing him closer to the edge of the bed with a single tug.

Laughing, Freddie lifts his legs up higher as Noah ducks down between them, bringing his own hands up to the backs of his thighs as his mouth falls open in a soundless gasp. Because Noah's wasted no time at all in licking him right where Freddie licks it most. It's a slick touch, not at all tentative and Freddie shudders for a moment, his fucking fucking aching as Noah leans away again.

"Shit, yeah," Freddie manages finally, not caring anymore just who has the control, only wanting Noah's amazing fucking mouth on him again. "God, do it. Put that tongue in me. Fuck."