It's hardly work in moments like this. Aside from having to regain his direction every time Phil bites a little to hard or sucks a little too long on delicate skin. It drives him crazy, in the best of ways.

And he doesn't mind the lack of help. There's a playful little edge they wouldn't have otherwise. Like those properly mindless teenagers they're being, making out on the couch. Hands fumbling around with no real goals in mind quite yet. He shifts the others pants down just enough so that he can dip into boxers without much resistance finding the other man already hard, giving him a playful tug or two just to make sure.

"How long you been hanging onto this huh?" He teases, knowing that every single brush at the market made Scott think about jumping to attention with the other. Hair trigger, as it were.