At the end of it, Freddie's barely undressed at all, but for Philip that's part of the appeal, the rushed, hurried nature of all this. He tucks his hand into Freddie's trousers and helps him tug them down, the fit tight and nearly impossible to work with while Freddie is sitting like this, but he likes that, too. It takes him longer than he wants and he groans out of impatience before he finally has Freddie's cock free, before he can lean in and part his lips and take him into his mouth.

There's no urge to tease him or drag this out. Philip wants to taste him, is terribly impatient for it, and he groans again as he relaxes the muscles of his jaw, his throat, and takes Freddie deeper, as deep as he can, his nose practically buried in the coarse hair at the base of Freddie's dick.

One of his hands is still on Freddie's thigh, the other at his hip, but he's not holding him down or preventing him from moving. If what Freddie wants is to fuck his mouth, he's welcome to it and the sound Philip makes is encouraging, his gaze flicking up to find Freddie's face in the dark.