He's never difficult to lead to bed and is less so now, moaning openly, finally, when Phillip slides on top of him. His noises go desperate a bit while Phillip works that bruise into his neck and his hips work underneath him, matching friction to the still-slow pace of the toy inside him. Even so...
"If you don't hurry up, I'm not going to have to tell you anything," because he's going to come with his pants still on, he means, and there's zero prohibition or care for not doing that now that they're in private. "I want you to make me come. I don't care how and haven't for an hour now," someone else might mistake his tone for upset or commanding, but Phillip can easily hear the broken edges of it, how he's more just being direct because there's no subterfuge or teasing left, "And then I want to show you the last part of this and I want you to fuck me until I can't walk."
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"If you don't hurry up, I'm not going to have to tell you anything," because he's going to come with his pants still on, he means, and there's zero prohibition or care for not doing that now that they're in private. "I want you to make me come. I don't care how and haven't for an hour now," someone else might mistake his tone for upset or commanding, but Phillip can easily hear the broken edges of it, how he's more just being direct because there's no subterfuge or teasing left, "And then I want to show you the last part of this and I want you to fuck me until I can't walk."