Noah Czerny

Noah kisses back, all greed and hunger. He pushes his tongue to fill Freddie's mouth the way his cock is filling Freddie's hand, the way, later, he'll fill Freddie's ass. He can hear Freddie's thoughts, as fragmented and abstract as they are, but he hears them. He gives Freddie what he wants, fisting a hand in his hair to tip his head back, breaking away from the kiss to mouth at his neck, sucking at what he can reach. "Yeah, I mean it," he whispers against wet skin, his voice rough.

"I want you to make me come first, though, because I'm so close, Freddie," he breathes.