Already, Noah's responding, shifting against the wall to arch his hips back, to take more. He has one hand fisted against the wall, his face ducked into his arm and Freddie pushes in further, only letting go of his dick once the head's popped past that tight ring of muscle. The glide then is easy and Freddie doesn't bother to hold back a moan as he sinks right in.

"You're so fucking tight, Jesus," he counters, sliding his hands up Noah's sides and then back to his hips as he leans in to brush his lips against the curve of Noah's neck in an open-mouthed kiss.

He stills only when he's buried deep in Noah's arse, pausing to catch his breath and to let Noah relax around him. "Okay?" he asks after a moment, his voice shaky with the effort of holding himself back from just fucking in hard.