"Good, cause I had no plans on stopping." He just about moans out as the other starts mouthing at his jaw and neck. Scotts weakest of spots. He's not a planner. Not at all. A sort of go with the flow and see what happens. He only had one goal in mind;

Kiss Phil.

And they were still sort of on that track. His hands slide deeper into the other mans shirt and then fingers claw at the skin he finds there arching his neck to give the other more access to it. He might be dictating the flow of the act but Phil makes him melt. He's so used to being in charge it feels sort of nice to just, let himself go. And having sufficiently let himself be comfortable with that fact he shifts to lean into another kiss. Letting the other man dictate the pace of this one.