Gustavain sits back for a moment, pets the hand on Phillip's back down his spine and back up to his neck. It's very clear that what he's doing is admiring his handiwork for a long moment, spreading his fingers wide inside of him to be able to get a good look at that, too. It's merciless, the regard, there's nowhere to hide.

There's even less when the firm push of his fingers back in ends with him searching with them until he can tease that spot inside him with a surprisingly gentle touch.

Well. To start with.