Gustavain scrapes his teeth along the tender skin, will suck a little love bite high on his thigh as Phillip curls his fingers in his hair. He voices a purring noise of pleasure, leans a little more into him, and neither the smallclothes nor the thought of the pendant, deters him from sliding his mouth higher, mouthing his way up his cock through the cloth.

He teases him through his smalls for a long moment before dragging them down, replacing his mouth quickly. There's nothing frantic about it, but he does want to not think for now, wants to ignore the necklace and everything that it means. The best way to do so seems to be to throw himself wholly into what's happening, and so he takes him deep, clear that he knows precisely what he's doing, the motion easy and practiced.