His ear flicks in Ossie's hand. Between that and the kissing and being seated in him like he is (God, is he tight or is Phil just not used to this), Ossie's starting to push all his buttons, already ratcheting up his arousal and impatience. He groans against his lips at the same time the pace starts to pick up.

"Gladly," he rasps, and leans over to clamp his teeth around his throat, inching up the pressure until either he gets anxious or Ossie starts making pretty sounds.