"Holy fuck," Freddie breathes as Noah rocks back hard against him, his moans echoing off the tiles, legs nearly going limp. Freddie keeps him standing with his other hand and a bend of his knees, still rocking his hips in hard as Noah clenches down tight around him, spilling all over his fingers and doubtlessly painting the wall.

Tight as Noah is, Freddie can only grind forward a bit more as Noah moans through his orgasm, and he can feel his own balls drawing up tight, his breath catching high in his chest before he pulls back, slipping free of Noah's warm body and quickly stripping off the condom.

"Fuck, you are hot," he growls, one hand still on Noah's hip, holding him steady, as he works the other furiously over his cock. It's not as good as Noah's arse, not nearly so warm and tight, but as worked up as he is, it still takes no time at all before he's coming, orgasm crashing over him with a stilted groan as he shoots across the pale skin of Noah's arse cheek and lower back, beads of coming dripping down his skin.