Noah gasps at the loss, the sudden emptiness and the lingering ache in his jaw. Breathing hard, he's grateful for Freddie taking control and pulling him up, positioning him. Cramped legs and catching breath aside, the manhandling itself is a turn on and when Noah glances down he can see his cock, swollen and wet at the tip. He wants to touch himself but instead he braces his arms on the stall's wall, shivers from Freddie's warm breath against his ear, the growl in his voice, his words.

"Do it," Noah pants, spreading his legs, turning his face toward Freddie's. "Fuck me. Now."