It's far more of a promise than a threat, though the edge of danger in Philip's voice coupled with the very real likelihood that Philip could easily make it a treat send a shiver down Freddie's spine. His gaze drops immediately to Philip's mouth, lips visibly red and spit-slick even in the darkness before those lips are on his once again, stealing a low groan as Freddie worms his hand between them, scrambling at the front of Philip's trousers and delighting in finding him hard yet again.

"Better make it quick," he says between one gasp of breath and the next as he clumsily tugs at Philip's underpants and shifts closer, right up to the edge of the chaise. He pulls away soon enough, his lips bruised and breath fast in his lungs, lifting up enough to tug his own underwear and trousers down his thighs. "Wouldn't want to get caught balls deep in a bloke, would you?"

In truth, a bit of Freddie finds the prospect incredibly alluring. But he's not keen on getting arrested for indecent exposure either.