The kneading fingers have his eyes drifting closed, his whole body relaxing into the touch with a low hum of pleasure,

"You can have whatever you'd like," he returns, another statement bold in it's lack of embellishment. He's easily eased back down to the pillows and blankets, easily rolled over, though Phillip's going to have to do something before too long if he's going to start working the tension out of his thighs, or rubbing his ass like that, because it takes almost nothing before Gustavain is a bit uncomfortable from having only the hard floor to meet his arousal, trying to shift some of his weight off it while also chasing just the slightest bit of friction...

Even so, he doesn't really complain, just lets the lingering tension in his hips and thighs speak for him.