This should, by any reasonable account, not be how this should go. Sex, certainly, was almost a foregone conclusion since the moment they stumbled across each other again, and perhaps the hunger of the years spent apart would have still be present- though, it is not as if either of them had been pining for the other or anything, seeing no point in doing so. But for a reunion of childhood friends, there's an edge of darkness there, something desire than just the desire for pleasure, possibly even more than a want for intimacy. Phillip can't shake the feeling that he should probably know what it is, but he doesn't. Though he's long come to terms with the fact that he doesn't know near as much as he feels he should, at his age.

He tries not to think on it much, letting his body react the way it wants to, breath hitching as their bodies finally join together and he feels the tight heat around him, leaning where he's pulled into the hungry kiss.

It's not so much the silent taunt that sends a shiver through him as much as the desire he can sense, equally wordless but sinking somewhere deeper. He wants to be claimed, does he...?

"Want to make sure everyone knows you got a proper welcome?" he says instead, lips brushing against the still tender skin of the mark before finding a place next to it, sinking in again and working the skin as his hips continue to move, pressing himself deeper in as he leaves another sign of just how welcoming he's been.