Phillip doesn't voice an answer, doesn't need to as he leans in for another kiss, deep and rich and utterly decadent. It may seem cruel, then, when he pulls back and slips off Gustavain's lap, but it should be a cruelty easily soothed by how his palms drag down the other's chest, finding his pants to undo them and free him before pushing his legs to a wider spread in order to swallow him down.

Gustavain has almost surely come across how much Phillip loves doing this by now, the pleasured hum in his throat as he takes his cock deep, tongue sliding over the length of it. He enjoys giving this as much as, if not more, than being on the receiving end, and there's something insatiably hungry about the way he moves over him. It won't take long, not with how far gone he already is, but Phillip seems ready to savor every second of it.