Later he might be slightly concerned at how quickly he fell into this, but at the moment, all of Ossie’s encouragement and praise and noise is lancing straight through him. He wants him like this—wants to feel him like this, and Phil is going to give him everything he wants. His ears swivel and flick at how vocal he’s being, and he grunts into Ossie as his ear’s tugged.
His teeth pull off for just a moment to press down again in a firmer hold, hot breath and wet tongue against Ossie’s skin; meanwhile a hand goes up to pin one of his wrists where it is against the mattress.
"God's wounds, man- yes- like that-" Ossie allows himself to go pliant, moved by Phil however he so pleases. He's getting wrung out like a towel- his favourite thing. Even if Phil's concerned later, Ossie isn't- it's perfect, it's everything he wanted out of this.
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—“
"Good- I'm fine, you- go on-" Ossie moans in the affirmative, trying to press his hips closer to Phil, his cock a gladly neglected casualty in getting to see Phil turn loose like this.
Permission. Permission, yes, and it’s not fair yet, but he’ll give this back to him just fine, he knows—anything Ossie wants he’s going to get here. Anything at all, it’s his—
It’s only a little while longer; the muscle over his stomach tightens, Phil plants himself in deep and gives a broken wail so Ossie knows exactly what he’s doing to him as the tension in him finally snaps apart.
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Date: 2024-03-09 11:24 am (UTC)His teeth pull off for just a moment to press down again in a firmer hold, hot breath and wet tongue against Ossie’s skin; meanwhile a hand goes up to pin one of his wrists where it is against the mattress.
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:07 am (UTC)"Yes- yes- yes- come on- you marvel, you wonder-"
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:27 am (UTC)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—“
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:33 am (UTC)"Come on- inside me- come on-"
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:56 am (UTC)It’s only a little while longer; the muscle over his stomach tightens, Phil plants himself in deep and gives a broken wail so Ossie knows exactly what he’s doing to him as the tension in him finally snaps apart.