"Is that a promise? You know I take those seriously," he teases, but makes no motion whatsoever towards binding it in any way. He's not that kind of person. Not with someone he likes, in any case.

Finally some real friction. Ossie moans happily, more than content to lie back and take it. The pressure, the heat, the feeling of Phil still clothed against him- oh hello, there he is, handsome grey muzzle and all. A hand goes up to gently rub Phil's ear between his thumb and finger, and he resumes his business acquainting himself with Phil's mouth. Warm breath and moisture, the feeling of teeth against his lips, Phil's broad tongue- if he was in the habit of altering certain portions of himself with Contracts, he might be curious about what it would be like to be eaten out with it. Pity he isn't.

"Bite my neck?" he asks, separating slightly.