Despite his protests, Noah spreads his legs wider under the water, allowing Freddie better room to continue touching. And so he does, grazing his finger back and forth before slowing enough to press the tip inside, far enough to hook just on the rim.

"Being seen is half the fun," he says with a grin that's quickly hidden against the press of Noah's mouth. It's a slow kiss, wet and indulgent and Freddie sinks into it easily with a low groan. He slides his other hand down at the same time, over the swell of Noah's arse to part his cheeks further, the movement of his fingers still hidden under the stretch of cotton.

Still working his one finger, he pulls back from the kiss a moment later, his voice dropped low. "Imagine what they'd all think if they saw me licking you open right now instead."