There's no thought beyond this, everything is taken entirely at face value right now, no capacity for reason left. He's being fucked like the two of them have a connection, with something that might as well be love, though perhaps it more than just borders on obsession, instead, and clearly that means he is connected, is loved, something maybe even deeper than that, and he just... responds to it, eager and spurred on, coming completely unraveled underneath Phillip.

Somewhere in the middle of it, he shakes his way through a dry orgasm, shouting himself half hoarse with it, body not able to either properly come nor to do otherwise, and it's clear he's oversensitive afterwards, but he can't actually even think to protest, just seems to accept that as how this goes, and it only makes him writhe more under Phillip, completely out of control, noises never wavering from some combination of pleading and adoring.