As Philip yanks at the tight fabric of Freddie's jeans and Freddie helps by lifting his hips just enough to free his cock, he wonders if this will ever be anything more than this. If he and Philip can ever have an encounter that isn't laced with a desperate, sexual tension, that doesn't devolve into heated, wet kisses and grappling hands and a mess of come between the both of them.
He doubts it, somehow. Philip ignites an overwhelming fire of want within Freddie, makes him willing to drop to his knees the moment Philip shows the slightest bit of interest.
He wonders if it's as intense for Philip, but he's not about to ask.
For now, he just keeps himself propped on one elbow and reaches down with his other hand, carding fingers through Philip's thick hair and holding on tight as his cock is enveloped in wet, warm heat. "Fuck," he breathes, holding his hips still for a moment, reveling in the vibration that courses through him when Philip makes a low, encouraging sort of sound. His gaze flicks upward, briefly making sure they haven't been found out before he rocks his hips upward, rolling a bit into the wide of Philip's mouth.
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He doubts it, somehow. Philip ignites an overwhelming fire of want within Freddie, makes him willing to drop to his knees the moment Philip shows the slightest bit of interest.
He wonders if it's as intense for Philip, but he's not about to ask.
For now, he just keeps himself propped on one elbow and reaches down with his other hand, carding fingers through Philip's thick hair and holding on tight as his cock is enveloped in wet, warm heat. "Fuck," he breathes, holding his hips still for a moment, reveling in the vibration that courses through him when Philip makes a low, encouraging sort of sound. His gaze flicks upward, briefly making sure they haven't been found out before he rocks his hips upward, rolling a bit into the wide of Philip's mouth.