Phillip does come that, likely able to hold himself back but having absolutely no desire to, caught up in it all himself. He's more than happy to lay tangled up with Gustavain on the bed, legs twined together as he rests against his chest, hands still moving over him, carefree in the way he touches.

He tilts his head up to face him at the question, a grin spreading across his features. "That confident, are you?" he teases, but it's barely one because it's true, he does very much want him. He leans in for a kiss, cupping the other man's cheek to pull him into it. "Stay right where you are," he says when he finally pulls back from it, rolling himself so that he's straddling the taller man before leaning down into another heated kiss.

His hands slide down the body below him, resting on his thighs before one wraps around him, giving him a long firm stroke. "Do you have oil or anything?" he asks, making his intention quite obvious, but he can shift course if need be.