It's obvious Noah's as into the idea of being watched as Freddie, his hips stuttering forward into Freddie's grip as he lets out a quiet, helpless little moan. He's got a tight hold of Freddie's hair as well, fingers tangled in the strands and tugging as Freddie continues skimming his finger over the cotton stretched across Noah's hole.

"Do you?" he asks, dropping his voice low as he keeps his lips pressed to the corner of Noah's mouth, every word intended solely for him. "Want me inside you? Want me to pull these pants right off so I can get my cock in you? Is that what you want?"