"I like it," Noah says, sinking to his knees and gazing up at Freddie. Even if he's already done it once, that doesn't mean he doesn't want to again. And again and again. It's not like he only wanted to in the first place because he hadn't before.

"I won't make you come," he promises, tearing his eyes away from Freddie's to pull his briefs down, freeing his cock, marveling again at the size of it. The idea of it inside him, fucking him, makes his own cock jerk, and he has to resist jerking himself. He came here for a reason, he reminds himself.

"I'll just get you nice and wet." Noah glances up with a smirk, holding Freddie's cock at the base so he can lean in, opening his mouth to suck at the head. Then, as promised, he takes it down further, nothing teasing or slow about the way he fucks himself on Freddie's cock.