"Your pretty mouth," Philip agrees with a low groan, one hand sliding back up to Freddie's jaw, his thumb brushing along his lower lip before he moves back in for another kiss. With certain people in Darrow, he mostly doesn't use sex as a way to manipulate them, as a way to gain power, and Freddie is one of the few. With him, Philip wants whatever he can get, he wants to fuck Freddie, to feel his mouth, to be fucked if that's what it comes to.

Here in someone's private little garden, a blowjob is probably best and easiest, but he slides his other hand between them, his palm pressing against Freddie's cock through his jeans, and he knows he isn't going to just leave him wanting either. They're both going to enjoy themselves tonight.

Even now, he wants to tip his head back and moan, but he knows if they don't want to be caught, they ought to keep their voices down as best they can. Philip is dangerous, is willing to do things others aren't, but he isn't stupid and he knows nothing good will come of having the police called on them.