Diagnosed Fiend

Bobby would have taken out anyone trying to get in the way of the cock in front of him in that moment, and he did a quick glance to make sure that no one was going to do just that. Touching him still, he didn't want to cave just yet but Bobby was only human and only able to keep his slut in check for a brief moment in time. And getting fed more precum, and called a slut? He was doomed in that very moment.

That glance around to check and make sure nobody would steal his spotlight honestly drew a laugh from Noah, the younger simply closing his eyes as it sank in. "Damn, you really are a hungry slu-" He had tried to finish, tried to further degrade in the good way the man who was simply gawking at him for so long, but with his eyes shut was caught off guard by the warmth wrapping around him and the slow descent of that ravenous throat finally getting what he wanted. "Fuck yes... that's a good slut." He cooed out, forcing himself to open his eyes so he wouldn't just indulge and let himself blow a load immediately.