Noah smiles against Freddie's mouth, cupping his cheek with the hand he isn't using to balance on, stretched long and languidly over him. Freddie's hand is a slow tease, making Noah feel every drag and twist of palm and fingers.

"I'll let you," Noah murmurs, briefly, gently taking hold of Freddie's lower lip with his teeth. "After you let me fuck you." He ducks down, mouthing at Freddie's jaw, up to his ear. "You're mine tonight."