Noah lets out a long, soft cry as Freddie's cock fills him, sliding in with ease, without pause. Too big, Noah thinks, aching, legs weak, his body threatening for a moment to slump back against Freddie's chest.
He makes a sound like a whimper in response to Freddie saying he's tight, head tipped against his own arm, mouth parted. Dimly, he's aware of a faucet turning on, of a urinal flushing, of a tittering voice and muffled talking from a few stalls over, and realization of where they are hits him hard. There's no way anyone else in the room can't hear them and know exactly what they're doing. Noah's cock twitches at the thought and he reaches down to squeeze it.
"Please," is all he can manage, pushing back against Freddie's dick.
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He makes a sound like a whimper in response to Freddie saying he's tight, head tipped against his own arm, mouth parted. Dimly, he's aware of a faucet turning on, of a urinal flushing, of a tittering voice and muffled talking from a few stalls over, and realization of where they are hits him hard. There's no way anyone else in the room can't hear them and know exactly what they're doing. Noah's cock twitches at the thought and he reaches down to squeeze it.
"Please," is all he can manage, pushing back against Freddie's dick.