Phillip goes with the hold, pressing deeper into the man's mouth and the hand that was controlling the toy finally joining its twin in burrowing into that long, brown hair. He manages to keep his hips fairly still and his mouth closed, just with the periodic gasps for air and bitten back cries, until the way that tongue dragging over him and the vibration of hummed purrs becomes too much to bear. There's a choked noise as he keeps back what would have been an obscenely loud moan and he comes, body shuddering in absolute ecstasy.

He won't move immediately, except to dial down the toy if it seems like it's causing Gus any discomfort (otherwise he's definitely keeping it as it for a moment). Other than his deep breaths, he's quiet too, hands sliding down to almost cradle the man's face, thumbing over it in gentle lines.