[And again, he makes a soft and needy sound down deep at the base of his throat, eye falling closed as Phillip teases and strokes, as he allows himself to be pressed closer up agaisnt the wall. He revels in it, honestly, the press of his face against rough brick, the movement of fingers across his length and pleasure begins to build in him, a tight hot pressure at the centre of himself, leaves him softly panting and begging for more.]
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Yes, that's so good, yes. Do it harder, please.