Never one to simply take, Philip sneaks a hand between them, curling thick fingers around Freddie through his trousers. Instinctively, Freddie presses forward, rocking into the heat of his palm while biting back a groan, his eyes locked on Philip's.

As good as it feels, Freddie doesn't let himself indulge for long. Philip's made it clear what he wants and Freddie's eager to give him just that, tilting his hips away with a grin before carefully sinking to his knees. The grass is soft beneath his knees and Freddie's spares only a moment to the fact that they're likely to get stained by the end of this before setting his focus entirely on dragging Philip's underpants lower, hooking them below the swell of his balls as he leans in to drag his tongue up along the underside of him.

He keeps his gaze trained upward, barely making out the whites of Philip's eyes in the darkness as he purses his lips around the flared tip of him, sucking and lapping at the ridge as he gently pulls the loose skin back, humming at the bittersweet taste already beading there.