Whatever practice Noah's had on his ex's toys, it's served him well, his cheeks hollowing and tongue flat along the underside of Freddie's dick, hands curled around his thighs, encouraging him to thrust, to shove in deep. And he does, biting back another groan when he can feel the length of his cock sliding down Noah's throat, those eyes blinking open after a time to meet Freddie's.

"Shit," he breathes then, his rhythm faltering as the brushes his thumbs along the dents of Noah's cheeks and around to the curve of his mouth. Much more of this at all and he knows he'll be through and, as much as he'd love to come in Noah's mouth, there's something more he wants right now.

He drops his hands to Noah's shoulders then and tilts his hips back, sliding free of Noah's slick, swollen lips as he yanks Noah to his feet. "Turn around," he says, though he's already turning Noah himself, arms wrapping around his waist to hurriedly work at the buttons of Noah's jeans and shoving the denim down his hips. He brushes his lips against the shell of Noah's ear and bites lightly at the lobe before growling, "Don't even want to take the time to stretch you. Jesus. Just wanna fuck you, so hard."