Noah makes a soft noise and Freddie tightens his hold on Noah's sides, keeping him locked between himself and the wall as he brushes his lips up higher along his neck, stopping just below the curve of his ear.

"Tell me if it's too much," he whispers, pulling his hips back then just a bit before rocking forward again, rocking in. Noah really is fucking unbelievably tight and Freddie has to go slow to avoid coming too soon, his breath hot against the side of Noah's neck, grinning at the sounds around them, the voices, the low murmurs that make it clear everyone knows just exactly what they're doing in here.

He stills then, deep inside, dropping his voice low, just for Noah. "Like that?" he asks with a very slight grind of his hips. "Like that everyone out there knows you're getting fucked?"