Noah bites at his shoulder, blunt teeth pressing hard against skin and Freddie groans, working his hand faster between them as he turns his head, lips brushing the top of Noah's ear. "'m sure you will," he murmurs, breath catching a second later as Noah jerks and lifts up, eyes blown wide as he spills onto Freddie's fingers and stomach.

Grinning, Freddie lets out a low, smug sort of laugh, still working his hand over Noah's cock, tightening his grip enough to squeeze out every drop. "Never been bitten by a ghost before," he says as he slowly uncurls his fingers and lifts two of them to his mouth.