Noah has hardly stopped moaning, but when Freddie's hand wraps around his cock and his hips snap, slamming into him, Noah cries out, letting go of Freddie to smack his hand against the wall to help hold himself up. Freddie's hips are moving like a piston, the head of his cock stroking inside, making Noah want to sob from how good it feels. The intensity of Freddie's thrusts, Freddie's mouth on him, his words, his hand, the thought of Noah coming on Freddie. It's all too much. Noah can't even reply, or tell him yes, yes he'll come on his cock. Anywhere. Whatever he wants.

He swears and comes with a strangled sound, his body almost collapsing forward from the way his legs go weak.