Philip's fingers curl in Freddie's hair, tugging lightly as Freddie sinks further down. Though it's been awhile since they're last encounter, there's still a familiar taste to Philip. It should worry him, Freddie thinks. He's not very used to sticking with any one person for very long, though it's become something of a habit here, he's found. Not just with Philip but with Marius as well and, back before he'd changed his mind, with Noah.

Though he's not seen Marius in awhile and Noah's made what he wants rather clear so now it's... well, it's only Philip, really.

But Philip and Freddie are of a similar cloth, he thinks. They both know what they want and what they don't want, and right now, they both want Freddie's mouth full of Philip's cock.

Freddie groans as he sinks further, suckling at the thick of Philip's cock on his tongue as he slides his hand up Philip's thighs, squeezing the bulge of muscle as he begins to move. He keeps his gaze locked upward the entire time, keeps his eyes locked on Philip's, reveling in the hunger he sees reflected back at him, Philip's lips curved upward in that thrillingly dangerous grin. In moments just like this, Freddie's fairly certain he'd let Philip do anything he ever wanted to him. Anything at all.