He pulls back ever so slightly from the kiss, their mouths still brushing against each other as he drags his fingertips down Gustavain's throat, a delicate but stimulating touch. "You look so gorgeous," he says softly, and he could mean a million things, the way he's wrung out underneath him or the collar or just him, and perhaps he means all of them wrapped into one. But it doesn't matter, not really, as he leans down into another of those heated kisses.

He shifts a bit overtop of him, maneuvering his own pants off and kicking them to the floor, pressing down to grind their bared skin together in a slow, almost taunting motion. He'll keep up that teasing for a moment, before reaching down and finding the toy at last, the smooth little thing sliding out and temporarily discarded to the side. He drags a finger between his cheeks with a low hum. "Mmmm, I'm not sure you're ready for me," he says, nipping at the skin of his jaw, right above the collar, "Unless you're too eager to wait?" It's likely not actually that big of a deal, nothing Gustavain couldn't take, but Phillip does very much like to hear him ask for it.