Phil feels the wind knocked out of him at the sight. He’s—Christ, shit, that’s—where on the ship did he even get that, did Friday hand him a box straight out of the Erda—?
“Jesus Christ,” he marvels breathlessly, as he realizes that Ossie had that in him that the whole time while they were in the bar. Was walking with it. Was sat in his arms with it. If Phil wasn’t hard already, that’s definitely done the job. “I, um—yeah, that’s, I was wondering—very considerate, thank you.”
He spends another beat just staring hungrily at Ossie before his hand reaches down to undo his belt, metal clinking as the buckle comes loose. Off comes the clasp of his pants, the zipper, the boxers, until his own cock meets the air; it’s kind of a lot of layers, but he always enjoyed being unwrapped.
Phil produces a condom from his jacket pocket and slips it on, and picks up a bottle of lube from the end table to drizzle it over his fingers. He meets Ossie’s eyes and, just for show, runs his tongue over the back teeth as he slicks himself up.
When he’s done, the same hand brushes against Ossie’s entrance, leaving wet traces. “M’kay. Ready, darling?”
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Date: 2024-02-27 11:35 pm (UTC)“Jesus Christ,” he marvels breathlessly, as he realizes that Ossie had that in him that the whole time while they were in the bar. Was walking with it. Was sat in his arms with it. If Phil wasn’t hard already, that’s definitely done the job. “I, um—yeah, that’s, I was wondering—very considerate, thank you.”
He spends another beat just staring hungrily at Ossie before his hand reaches down to undo his belt, metal clinking as the buckle comes loose. Off comes the clasp of his pants, the zipper, the boxers, until his own cock meets the air; it’s kind of a lot of layers, but he always enjoyed being unwrapped.
Phil produces a condom from his jacket pocket and slips it on, and picks up a bottle of lube from the end table to drizzle it over his fingers. He meets Ossie’s eyes and, just for show, runs his tongue over the back teeth as he slicks himself up.
When he’s done, the same hand brushes against Ossie’s entrance, leaving wet traces. “M’kay. Ready, darling?”