Freddie's a bit disappointed at the response if only because he's not to keen on walking back to his place or Philip's just now, but at least Philip seems to be of the same mind as he grabs at Freddie and starts pulling him off the path and into someone's front garden.
It's a secluded little nook, at least, with the hedges tall enough to shield them both from the street and from the windows of the house itself. Given the angle to one singular window of the house next door, they might still be seen, but it's also nearing two in the morning and Freddie doubts there likely to be seen unless they make quite a bit of noise.
Laughing, Freddie lets himself be pulled into the little area, the bushes tall enough to block out the moonlight as they step further in.
"How romantic," he remarks with a grin, going for Philip's trousers once again. He wastes no time now, yanking them open enough to slide down Philip's arse before wrapping one hand around the length of him, squeezing with purpose. "My mouth then? That what you want?"
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It's a secluded little nook, at least, with the hedges tall enough to shield them both from the street and from the windows of the house itself. Given the angle to one singular window of the house next door, they might still be seen, but it's also nearing two in the morning and Freddie doubts there likely to be seen unless they make quite a bit of noise.
Laughing, Freddie lets himself be pulled into the little area, the bushes tall enough to block out the moonlight as they step further in.
"How romantic," he remarks with a grin, going for Philip's trousers once again. He wastes no time now, yanking them open enough to slide down Philip's arse before wrapping one hand around the length of him, squeezing with purpose. "My mouth then? That what you want?"