Freddie laughs, the sound cut off by the press of Philip's lips and muffled by the push of his tongue. It's a demanding kiss, nothing soft about it, and Freddie curves under the force of it, pressing his hips in close, his hand still trapped between them, fingers curved around Philip's length through his trousers.
"Rather not," he manages once he can catch a bit of air, sliding the fingers of his other hand higher up Philip's side, grabbing at the meat of him. "Not much interested in her, really."
He's still close enough to bite at Philip's lip and so he does, his body thrilling at the idea of copping off in the middle of the road, right out in the open where anyone could wander by. It's dangerous, doubly so given that he's fairly certain Philip's likely just done something illegal, but that only makes it more exciting.
Christ, is he fucked.
Hooking his thumb over the button of Philip's trousers, he tugs it free then, enough to tug at the zip and sneak his hand inside, grinning wider. "Or maybe you already fucked her, yeah? Took care of her while her husband's out for the night. She not satisfy you, is that it?"
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"Rather not," he manages once he can catch a bit of air, sliding the fingers of his other hand higher up Philip's side, grabbing at the meat of him. "Not much interested in her, really."
He's still close enough to bite at Philip's lip and so he does, his body thrilling at the idea of copping off in the middle of the road, right out in the open where anyone could wander by. It's dangerous, doubly so given that he's fairly certain Philip's likely just done something illegal, but that only makes it more exciting.
Christ, is he fucked.
Hooking his thumb over the button of Philip's trousers, he tugs it free then, enough to tug at the zip and sneak his hand inside, grinning wider. "Or maybe you already fucked her, yeah? Took care of her while her husband's out for the night. She not satisfy you, is that it?"