This has escalated far too fast, to the point that Thanatos might realize that he should have been concerned over it in a while, but right now he's entirely too caught up in it. Everything Gustavain does seems to be fanning a flame inside of him, and even though they didn't know each other an hour ago, even though they've been touching barely a minute, he already knows he won't be satisfied with just this.

His hand begins to greedily touch what skin he can, rucking up the other man's shirt before he seems to remember as well that all that conceals them is a bed of flowers. He makes a vague sort of flourish with his free hand, covering them in a concealment spell, before reaching out and aiming to pull Gustavain more firmly on top of him.