There's a warning in that pull of his hair, but Philip doesn't pull back, instead surging forward, taking Freddie as deep as he can and he feels the urge to gag, but forces it away, instead focusing on the way he can feel Freddie's cock twitching between his lips and against his tongue. And he can't catch it all, Freddie comes into his mouth and he has to finally pull back a little, semen dribbling from between the lips even as his throat works and he groans again, half in pleasure and half in some sort of discomfort that he loves almost as much.

It isn't until he can feel that Freddie's hips have stopped moving that he pulls back finally, carefully letting Freddie slip from his mouth before he wipes the back of his hand against his chin. While he doesn't care much what people think of him, he doesn't exactly want to get into a conversation with someone about the state he's currently in while he tries to head home.

This isn't enough, he wants so much more than this, but even he knows better than to shove Freddie's trousers down and bend him over in a public place like this. No matter how badly he might want to, it's a bad idea.