"Fuck the lonely housewife," Philip answers before he finally lifts a hand, sliding it along the smooth edge of Freddie's jaw and leaning in to capture his mouth in a kiss at the same time. There's nothing gentle in it, no slow build from something appropriate for the middle of the street, he simply jumps in as far as they've already come, the kiss hot and wet, a groan slipping into Freddie's mouth.

It'd be a risk and he doesn't need to get arrested now, especially given what he's just gone, but he thinks he'd happily fuck Freddie right here. Back him up against a nearby fence or find some patio furniture in one of these ridiculous suburban back yards and bend him over.

Anything, really. Freddie does have a tendency to unravel his self-control.