The Gustavain Phillip remembers was never exactly shy, precisely, entirely too avid and shameless about certain things for that. But even though he wasn't particularly good at being a noble, he was one, and there was a certain level of a type of shyness, of shame, perhaps, to their previous encounters. Gustavain has always been a fond participant in them, but they'd mostly been led and initiated by Phillip, a sort of gentle coaxing necessary, a bid to get the elezen to relax, let his guard down.

Now, he goes easily with the tug to his clothes, his side of the kiss open and lush, eager and heated.