For all else that has changed, for all that they didn't have time to do before Gustavain left, the progression here may be fast but feels utterly natural. They never were anything with a label, and the both of them have certainly gained experience in the interim years, but in a way this is the most familiar things have felt.

Phillip's legs wind up pressed against the side of the bed, not yet aiming to fall into it but pleased by their altered position all the same. He leans into the kiss, savoring it as he helps slide his pants down, toeing off his shoes until they have to break to breathe. "I missed you too." He said it before, but there's a definitely quality now to the context, a fondness that never went away.

Once his pants are out of the way, he goes for Gustavain's undertunic, having to stand on the tip of his toes to have a prayer of making it over his head. He presses in for another of those deep kisses, hands splayed across the bare skin of his chest, exploring with tender presses.