“Oh, shit,” He curses under his breath at the state of you, glassy eyes and panting heavily, the sheen of sweat on your bare skin.

The duvet pools around Phillip and your lower half as he stays planted above you, his legs either side of your hips while he takes in his work; Tear-stained cheeks wasn’t something he ever thought he’d ever be into but you wore it too well for him to be turned off. It had the opposite effect, if anything.

He’d seen you break bones, take bullets and burns and the most he would get would be a guttural scream of pain but never any tears. So this was new.

Phillip’s warm hands wipe at the tears falling from your cheeks in your dazed state, move agape as you try to catch your breath. You took a little longer to come back to earth than he did, he knew this.. he should’ve expected you to take extra long considering the heated half-dozen moments he’d just put the both of you through.

“You’re—..Gods, you’re beautiful, {{user}}.” He can’t help but mutter lovingly then lower his lips to press a kiss to your forehead with a sated sigh. “Think you can go again, baby?..”