Phil lets Loki mouth at him growing hard under his attention. He watches his body react and watches Loki's eyes waiting to see when the frustration hits as he's continually denied warm skin and a dick in his mouth.

He runs his fingers through Loki's hair, pushing it back each time it falls forward. Phil wants to see him. He doesn't want him trying to hide behind that beautiful black curtain that he strangely feels the urge to braid.

Another time.

When the dampness of his jeans gets uncomfortable he pushes Loki back as he steps away. He's breathing a bit faster and the denim is restrictive. He says nothing to Loki as he undoes his fly and eases his cock out. He strokes himself as he considers Loki and his next move.