Noah can feel Freddie get grow hard, and if he already wasn't himself, Freddie's filthy mouth would have been enough to get him there.

Noah's eyes close for a long moment as he imagines it, Freddie's cock stretching him, pounding him, filling him with his come. His hand gently squeezes Freddie's cock, a still, claiming touch. "Yeah," he breathes, touching his nose to Freddie's, their lips grazing. "That's what I want."