[Phillip will take that encouragement and run with it. He digs his nails in harder, elongating them slightly to make them bite against skin a little easier, the ends sharpening like he’d just had a manicure. He shouldn’t rely on previous knowledge. But right now, it certainly seems like there are a lot of similarities.
He opens his mouth into the kiss, pressing his tongue into the other man’s mouth the explore it, tasting him with a growing hunger. The hand on his chest moves down, then up, sliding under the fabric of his shirt to feel the skin of his stomach.]
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He opens his mouth into the kiss, pressing his tongue into the other man’s mouth the explore it, tasting him with a growing hunger. The hand on his chest moves down, then up, sliding under the fabric of his shirt to feel the skin of his stomach.]