It seems to be doing something to Gustavain, too. There's nothing wrong with Phillip's earlier height, but there's something that feels stupidly good about this, something he can't put into words, that he still has to drag him up a little, but it's a matter of only an inch or two, more of a match. It turns the kiss a little feral before the end, makes it easy to drag low, warm noise after noise out of his throat as Phillip works soft marks against his skin.

"So I can look forward to more of this, then?" They clearly very much should have discussed this, but Gustavain never even knew this was a little bit on the table.