It's not what Freddie's expecting at all, Noah wanting to suck him again. He already has, after all, he already knows the feel and weight of Freddie's cock in his mouth, an actual cock, not a toy this time.
Noah's hands are on his trousers before he can even think to deny Noah a damn thing, not that he would. Instead, he only ducks his head enough to watch those fingers pull open his jeans, hurried and uncoordinated in the best way. He lets out a rough breath before nodding, his hand resting heavily on Noah's shoulder, pushing slightly to encourage him to his knees. "Yeah, c'mon," he whispers, eyes dark. "Suck me. But don't-- don't make me come. Want to fuck you."
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Date: 2016-09-18 11:55 pm (UTC)Noah's hands are on his trousers before he can even think to deny Noah a damn thing, not that he would. Instead, he only ducks his head enough to watch those fingers pull open his jeans, hurried and uncoordinated in the best way. He lets out a rough breath before nodding, his hand resting heavily on Noah's shoulder, pushing slightly to encourage him to his knees. "Yeah, c'mon," he whispers, eyes dark. "Suck me. But don't-- don't make me come. Want to fuck you."