Phillip recognizes something in that, the allowance that the freedom of not caring anymore gives him. He meant it, it is such a good look on him, even given what many, many hardships he’s likely gone through to achieve it. And right now it feels glorious to exploit the hells out of it.

He was going to try and hold out, knows he likely could go again but has already been stung out once, but the decision is made for him when that hand wraps around him. He doesn’t bother to tty and muffle the cry that leaves him as he thrusts hard into him a final few times before slipping over, head back and gasping for air.