"What kind of asshole do you take me for?" he asks with a grin and they both know the answer to that question. He is an asshole and there's every chance in the world he would have just left Freddie as he was, crouched there in the grass on his knees and he's fairly certain Freddie wouldn't even entirely mind. It'd all be part of this game they tend to play, one that's mired in power and the possession of such and although most people might expect that it's Philip who has most of the power, he knows that isn't true.

If it was, he wouldn't have been so desperate to fuck Freddie without a condom.

With Freddie seated, it's easy to sink to his knees just in front of him, pushing his knees apart, sliding his hands up his thighs. One palm presses hard against Freddie's cock through his trousers, the other reaching up for the button and fly.