There's a full-body shudder to Phillip's words, a soft moan that carries no further than the two of them, turning richer at the end when Phillip's hand rubs over his cock. His hips roll forward into the touch, greedy and automatic and there's another soft, whimpered please that slips out there as well.
Still, he manages to gather himself, at least enough to not show much of what's really happening. There's another, softer shudder to that commanding tone in Phillip's voice. He doesn't trust his own, though, follows mutely along with him, full concentration now on just getting behind a door.
Even after they do, though, he seems more inclined at the moment to let Phillip keep control, could easily have pinned him to the wall like in the storage closet and they both know it, but keeps his hands to himself instead, though it's clearly on a hair trigger.
"Please," he says again, and then he can't help but reach out and smooth his hands over Phillip's shirt, though he manages to keep from doing anything else.
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Still, he manages to gather himself, at least enough to not show much of what's really happening. There's another, softer shudder to that commanding tone in Phillip's voice. He doesn't trust his own, though, follows mutely along with him, full concentration now on just getting behind a door.
Even after they do, though, he seems more inclined at the moment to let Phillip keep control, could easily have pinned him to the wall like in the storage closet and they both know it, but keeps his hands to himself instead, though it's clearly on a hair trigger.
"Please," he says again, and then he can't help but reach out and smooth his hands over Phillip's shirt, though he manages to keep from doing anything else.