Noah rolls his hips forward, the motion pulling at his pants where Freddie still has a hand curled around him, the tip peeking past the waistband. Freddie grazes his fingertips over it then pushes past the fabric to feel Noah full and hot in his hand.

"Convenient," he breathes against Noah's mouth, leaning up just a bit for a bare kiss. "Me too."

And then he's stealing Noah's mouth entirely as he curls his hand tight around Noah's cock and starts stroking, two fingers of his other hand pinching at Noah's nipple. Whether or not Noah actually fucks him right here, he isn't bothered. If anything, he expects he'll jerk Noah off just like this, make him come all over Freddie's shirt and, frankly, that sounds just as good as anything else.