"Freddie," Noah pleads, his voice still hoarse at the edges from deep throating him. There's nothing disappointing about the way Freddie's thrusts take on a new, faster rhythm, hitting Noah inside in just the right way to bring him to the verge of coming. His dick is practically throbbing with need, and having Freddie's hand so teasingly close just makes it worse. Noah wants to shove up with his hips, to beg for Freddie to touch him, but he's so lost in the sensation of Freddie's cock slamming into him over and over that he can hardly think.

And then Freddie offers something Noah would have never even thought of, and he nods a little, his answer breathy but certain. "God yes." His hand squeezes at the back of Freddie's neck, keeping him close. "I want your come all over me."