"If I had any hard feelings, I wouldn't have just done that," Noah says blandly, combing his fingers through his hair to get it under control. He can still feel the come on his back, the lingering ache from being fucked - that's all he wants to think about right now, he can feel crappy about himself later when he's alone. He unlatches the door, leaning on it and looking at Freddie.

"Just one expectation," he says, looking Freddie over with a smirk, before he laughs at his own attempt at flirting and walks out of the stall.