[And there's a moan that thrums from Julian's lips down into the flesh of the other man's cock as he takes it, with slow deliberation, into the wet warmth of his mouth, the sharp press of nails against his scalp a small but bright encouragement. There's a wet sucking pressure and he takes him in deeper, deeper still, tongue pressing flat against Phillip's length as at the base his fingers work in soft, insistent motion. He takes his time with this, no rushed and frantic thing, instead he makes it overtly clear that this is an act he relishes.
He looks up at him then, face flushed but entirely shameless, meets Phillip's eye as he takes the length of him into the tight trap of his throat. Doesn't look away even as that cool creeping horror pulses through him, instead only makes a small, wrecked sound of overriding pleasure.]
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He looks up at him then, face flushed but entirely shameless, meets Phillip's eye as he takes the length of him into the tight trap of his throat. Doesn't look away even as that cool creeping horror pulses through him, instead only makes a small, wrecked sound of overriding pleasure.]