"Christ," Freddie breathes, that simple, whispered request rushing straight to his cock.

Noah's pressed up close, one hand braced against Freddie's bare chest, the other cupping his face and, carefully, Freddie sneaks his other hand further between them, following the lines of muscle along Noah's abdomen down to slip beneath the waistband of his underpants. He slides his other hand out at the same time, but rests it over the cotton instead, fingers right where they were before, brushing over Noah's hole.

"Quite naughty, isn't it?" he murmurs, his voice low against Noah's lips as he curls his fingers around Noah's hot length, stroking him slowly from base to tip. "Fuck, you are hot."