"As do you." It might feel trite, if it weren't so low and breathless sounding as Phillip massages at his shoulders. It would be a stretch to say he'd gone much imagining, having thought Gustavain dead and eternally fourteen, but there's no denying that it does feel good, that he thought it would even before they stepped into this room.
He doesn't hold back, building up to a steady and quick pace, relishing each noise pulled from the man. "Fuck, but you sound gorgeous," he murmurs, leaning down enough to press a wet kiss to the corner of his mouth, "A beautiful bardsong." They did come in here talking about singing, and it turns out that Gustavain does it wonderfully.
There is no attempt to make this last long, dogged in his pursuit of pleasure, gasping for air and holding on tighter as he speeds up, trying very deliberately to drive at least one of them to the edge.
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Date: 2021-04-10 11:06 pm (UTC)He doesn't hold back, building up to a steady and quick pace, relishing each noise pulled from the man. "Fuck, but you sound gorgeous," he murmurs, leaning down enough to press a wet kiss to the corner of his mouth, "A beautiful bardsong." They did come in here talking about singing, and it turns out that Gustavain does it wonderfully.
There is no attempt to make this last long, dogged in his pursuit of pleasure, gasping for air and holding on tighter as he speeds up, trying very deliberately to drive at least one of them to the edge.