Noah goes easily, pressing his hands to the wall as Freddie shoves his trousers and pants down farther and then reaches into his own pocket to pull out a condom.

"Bossy," he murmurs with a low laugh, ducking his head enough to roll the rubber onto his cock before using one of the small containers of lube in his other pocket to slick up. With a hand on Noah's hip, he pulls him back slightly, tilting him just so before smoothing than hand down the smooth skin of Noah's arse cheek and spreading him just enough to see the tight, pink circle of his hole.

Biting his lip, Freddie leans in then, guiding the tip of his cock to Noah's hole and pressing. Unstretched as Noah is, Freddie knows better than to go too fast, easing back a bit before even the head of his cock is fully in before leaning in again, easing Noah into it bit by bit.