Lips still wrapped tight around Freddie's dick, Noah reaches up, guiding the hand on Noah's cheek to back of his head. Getting the hint, Freddie pushes away from the wall to drop the other, fingers sifting through Noah's hair.

Noah's mouth is loose around him right now, eyes raised and Freddie lets out a low growl as he tightens his grip on Noah's hair just a little and rolls his hips forward. "Jesus, you are hot," he growls, rocking his hips back carefully and then forward once more, sucking in a gasp when he realizes how far Noah's letting him go. He could get off like this, he knows. Easy as anything. It's like Noah doesn't even need to fucking breathe.