"Not the sorts of pills you're thinking," Philip answers with a slow grin, letting Freddie touch him without doing the slightest thing in return. It's deeply arousing, he finds, just to stand there and let himself be touched in the middle of this street, the sort where someone going for a late night walk with their dog isn't beyond the realm of possibility.
The same street where he's just committed a crime not very long ago.
Well on his way to fully hard, Philip presses his hips forward just a little, but still doesn't touch Freddie. Instead he leans in slightly, close enough that his lips just barely brush the skin of Freddie's ear when he speaks.
"Course, I doubt anyone would need any sort of help in this moment," he says, his voice low. "You like this, touching me. Halfway to having my trousers off in the middle of the street. Some lonely housewife could part her curtains at any moment and get quite the show."
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The same street where he's just committed a crime not very long ago.
Well on his way to fully hard, Philip presses his hips forward just a little, but still doesn't touch Freddie. Instead he leans in slightly, close enough that his lips just barely brush the skin of Freddie's ear when he speaks.
"Course, I doubt anyone would need any sort of help in this moment," he says, his voice low. "You like this, touching me. Halfway to having my trousers off in the middle of the street. Some lonely housewife could part her curtains at any moment and get quite the show."