Philip lightly rocks forward, pressing himself into the cup of Freddie's palm and Freddie curls his fingers a little tighter, feeling out the heft of him, the thickening of his shift as he hardens.

"That what you're hoping for?" Freddie asks, watching Philip through lowered lashes as he drags his fingertips up to the fastening of Philip's trousers. He doesn't snap it open right away, only toying with it as he plays with the fall of Philip's shirt with his other hand, sneaking beneath to get to warm skin. "Want to put on a show for a lonely housewife?"

He glances beyond Philip's shoulder then, down the road where Philip had come from. He wonders if it's a lonely housewife Philip's just visited, wonders if his reasons for being out here are more personal than professional. More merely unethical rather than illegal.