Freddie comes back to himself slowly, finally letting out a low grunt of satisfaction before sucking in a deep breath. He glances downward, catching the white of Philip's eyes in the darkness. His eyes have adjusted enough to make out the barest glimmer of come that drips from his mouth, glinting in the bare moonlight. The sight of it makes him groan all over again and, supporting his weight on one arm, slides his other hand down his belly to curl around himself. He's still half-hard, still sensitive, and he hisses quietly as he taps his spent cock twice against Philip's chin and then tucks himself back into his pants.

"Guess I can mark that one off my list," he says, grinning as he reaches out to brush his fingers along Philip's stubbled cheek.

He's still breathing a little hard, his muscles loose and he still feels like there could be more here. He wonders how far Philip would be willing to go as he leans in closer, eyes dark. "Tell me -- how many people have you fucked in a stranger's back garden?"