Noah whimpers in reply to Freddie's growl, the sound of it sending pleasant shivers down his back. He closes his eyes for a long moment, hands holding tight to the backs of Freddie's thighs, and lets go. He loses himself in the rhythm of Freddie's thrusts, the feeling of his mouth stretched and throat repeatedly filled, constricted, breathing sharply through his nose when he remembers to as he lets Freddie use him. He thinks he could come like this, untouched, even. His hips move, just a little, humping against air, and he moans for more, finally opening his eyes to try and see Freddie.