Perhaps there's a reason that out of the Unsundered that Phillip- that Thanatos- was less likely to pick apart the flaws of these new forms of men, that he was uncomfortable with viewing them as lesser and tools to achieve a goal. He is still made up of the same things as the other Ancients, still containing far more aether than any other being on their star, but he's also always been someone whose feelings cannot be contained, always threaten to boil over even when he tries his best to hide them. But when he's not pretending to be something he's not, where the feelings are truly laid to bare, perhaps it's only logical that beings more influenced by dynamis would feel the effects of his truth.

This is quickly turning into a fantastical feedback loop of pleasure, the hungry noises spurring the young man on even more. He wants to be wanted, for someone to be hungry for him, and combining that with the clear care he's been shown is threatening to wash him away. He moans into the deeper kiss, another shudder forcing through his body, and he almost can't take this anymore. The need to touch is killing him, so one of his hands unclenches enough to slide down Gustavain's body, slipping under the cloth of his shirt to brush over the arch of his back.