There isn't a single thing Freddie's suggested or mentioned that Noah doesn't seem into, his answers always immediate, right on the edge of begging, and it's unbelievably hot. Slamming his hips forward, Freddie swallows back a groan as Noah's hold on his hair tightens and he smooths his hand lower, fingers finding the base of Noah's cock and wrapping around him gently.

"You're gonna come for me first, yeah?" he says, his voice strained with exertion as, lips dragging against the bolt of Noah's jaw. "All over that wall. I want to hear it. I want to feel, fuck. God, Noah, I want you to come on my cock."