Phillip lets him push back on that finger, the slightest bit of stretch and pressure for him to take himself on, though not near enough for what either of them really want. It's a good thing Gus doesn't really want to wait, even if it might be a good idea, because the way he's moaning and that dazed look in his eyes makes Phillip all the more eager, like a predator who has found entirely willing prey.

The hand with the controller reaches up to caress his face, thumb dragging over his lips and pulling them down. "My beautiful bard," he hums, and there's something dangerous in there, about the way he says my, but it's not likely either of them will really have the chance to think about it until their heads are somewhere more grounded, "I know. I'll treat you so good." He leans down for another kiss, hot and almost bruising as he ramps up the brightness to its highest level, dropping the controller in favor of finding a bottle of oil.

His slicks up his cock with it, rubbing any excess over and into the elezen's entrance before pushing in. He manages to be careful even with most of his head elsewhere, wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment, sinking in until he can't go any further. He waits a moment, just enough to breathe, but the tension and feeling of want is too thick in the air for him to stay still for long, and that first thrust he makes drags them together, pressing back in deep and hard.