[ sucks in smoke and rolls his hips into the touch with abandon, not in any apparent danger of choking despite all the rest of this somehow. he fists his hand in Phoenix's hair and holds him there while he grinds his shin against him, even as he speaks ]

Bring that teacup closer, you have longer arms.

[ the teaset is next to the head of the futon bed, along with some jars of oil ]