It feels like a dangerous question somehow, as though Freddie'd not considered any such thing until Philip voiced the question. That's not the case, of course, but now that it's out there, it tugs at Freddie's insides and he slides a hand up the front of Philip's chest, tugging at the fabric of his shirt to draw him closer. The chaise is hardly comfortable in the least and Philip's hovering rather precariously, but Freddie hardly seems to care as he arches upward.

"The point is to not get caught," he insists, his voice low against Philip's lips. "I can stay quite as a mouse while you're fucking me." He arches an eyebrow then as he loosens his hold on Philip's shirt, sliding it downward to tug the tail end free of Philip's trousers, spreading his hand wide over warm skin. "Unless it's the challenge you want. See if you can make me break and start begging for you?"