By the time they're more horizontal, there isn't much clothing left to dispose of, and between the two of them they make short work of it. Phillip is more than eager to press skin to skin, basking in the warmth of their bodies together. It's not like it's horribly cold, or that they hadn't been in bed together mere days ago, but regardless of anything else Phillip near always has a bit of that hunger about him, like he feels like he will never get enough.

He's pliant enough and willing to be dragged into kiss after kiss, while his hands smooth over the familiar skin, tracing over muscles and digging in nails to draw little red lines across his body. He wouldn't have been upset if Gustavain had found a distraction to occupy his bed, but now that he's here he's going to claim what is his.