[Julian might not know what to do with it, but for now he's a bit of a captive audience. Phillip drags little lines on his waist with the sharp nails of the hand there, his other still occupied and trying to wring as much pleasure out of Julian as he can. He bites at the man's skin, hard enough that it might leave a mark before pressing a whisper-soft kiss over it. He knows what Julian likes, and he very much wants to drive him over the edge.]
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