Noah had asked more for Freddie's sake, because no, he doesn't think he wants to at all. He's not sure he even could, not unless he physically covered his own mouth, as every thrust punches a moan out of him. He reaches back with his free hand instead, cupping the back of Freddie's head, fingers buried in his hair, spreading his legs a little further apart with his hips tipped toward Freddie.
He doesn't hold back when Freddie sicks into him again, though every pause is maddening. "Love your cock fucking me," he pants, his fingers curling, tugging at Freddie's hair. "Knew you were just what I needed, Freddie." Letting go of his dick, he braces his hand on the wall. "Could fuck me harder, though. A lot harder."
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Date: 2016-09-26 07:11 pm (UTC)He doesn't hold back when Freddie sicks into him again, though every pause is maddening. "Love your cock fucking me," he pants, his fingers curling, tugging at Freddie's hair. "Knew you were just what I needed, Freddie." Letting go of his dick, he braces his hand on the wall. "Could fuck me harder, though. A lot harder."