[And again he moans down deep in his throat as Phillip pulls his head forward, the firm insistence of it setting something alight in him, making him wanton, needful. His lips brush against the head of his cock, drags his lower lip down to reveal the pearl-white flash of teeth, just for an instant.]
Yes.
[He breathes out the word before he lifts a hand to the base of Phillip's erection, before pressing his lips against the head of it, one small quick kiss before there's the flick of tongue, swirling warm and wet around it.]
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Yes.
[He breathes out the word before he lifts a hand to the base of Phillip's erection, before pressing his lips against the head of it, one small quick kiss before there's the flick of tongue, swirling warm and wet around it.]