Noah moans his appreciation, knowing that anyone else in the bathroom is likely going to hear him. But Freddie hasn't told him to be quiet, and at the moment he just doesn't care. What he does care about is how his jaw is aching from how wide he's got his mouth open to take Freddie's cock, the taste, the weight of it. How deep he can take it, the way Freddie moves his own hips to set the pace.

Noah finds Freddie's hands with his and move them to his head. He stops sucking his cock and looks up at Freddie, meeting his eyes, hoping Freddie understands what he wants.