His animal throat makes some truly unconscionable noises, claws digging into Ossie’s wrist while the other tries to somehow haul his hips closer. His pace is practically pressing him flat against the mattress. It’s so much, it’s so much—

Phil’s jaws pull off, trailing lines of drool through his teeth just so he can rasp out, “Ossie—Ossie, darling, beautiful thing, I’m getting close—“