Phillip had certainly hoped that was where this was going, though he hadn't quite known if he should expect it from the new Gustavain. Apparently he can, and there's a grin to his side of the kiss as his hands press against the newly exposed skin, tracing lightly over the scars that shouldn't surprise him but still do, a little.
He removes his hands long enough to work at the buttons of his own shirt, shrugging out of it and letting it drop to the floor. He still has an undershirt as well, to protect against the chill of Coerthas, not to mention pants to be dealt with, but that may have to wait for a moment. He locks a hand onto Gustavain's waist, just above his small clothes, to move them a bit further into the room, more towards the direction of the passable looking bed.
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Date: 2021-04-10 03:07 pm (UTC)He removes his hands long enough to work at the buttons of his own shirt, shrugging out of it and letting it drop to the floor. He still has an undershirt as well, to protect against the chill of Coerthas, not to mention pants to be dealt with, but that may have to wait for a moment. He locks a hand onto Gustavain's waist, just above his small clothes, to move them a bit further into the room, more towards the direction of the passable looking bed.