Freddie doesn't point out that getting wet won't matter seeing as he'll need to slick up a condom either way. He doesn't point it out because Noah's looking up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes and has a hand wrapped around him and is already sinking his warm, wet mouth down the length.

"Fuck," Freddie grunts as Noah takes all of him, Freddie's cock sliding right down the back of his throat. Leaning forward, he rests his weight on one arm against the wall, reaching down with the other to curl his fingers through Noah's hair, pushing the strands away from his forehead so he can better watch those lips wrapped around him, those hollowed cheeks.

With another stilted sound, he rolls his hips forward, matching Noah's rhythm as he brushes a thumb across Noah's high cheekbone.