It's not only Freddie's mouth, though he is undeniably good with it, but also the thrill of the possibility of getting caught that has Philip already tumbling toward the edge of his pleasure. He'll be able to hold off a little while longer, but at the end of it, it might be best if he doesn't, not if they want to get out of here without having to worry about what anyone has seen.

He's only barely thinking of that, though. It's just the knowledge that they're in someone else's yard that sits at the edge of his awareness and adds to the sensation, adds to the thrill of it all, and beyond that he isn't bothering to dwell on it. That in itself is a little dangerous, but then, Freddie has always been rather good at unraveling him. Better than he would like to admit.

"Freddie," he groans again, just barely taking care to keeps his voice low. "Ah, fuck, you're..." His eyes finally shut, breaking the steady gaze they'd been holding, and his head tips back in pleasure, heat coiling in his belly, in his groin, and he thrusts forward gently, his dick sliding deeper into Freddie's mouth. Philip is usually happy to relinquish control -- only during sex and only with a select few -- but he likes being able to do this, too, to hold onto Freddie's hair and slowly fuck his mouth.