"Nn... feels too good to be quiet," he says back, honest and flirty at once. It's beautiful on another, unexpected level, seeing how little Gustavain bothers to hold back of himself like this, when once he was always nervous someone would see, would catch them. Now it seems like he doesn't particularly care if the whole inn knows they're fucking, though there's still somehow a pleased flush at the compliment all the same.

He hangs on for as long as he can, almost as though he's making a game of whether he or Phillip will come first. Right at the end, though, he does muffle himself with one hand, knowing the noise he's about to make is more liable to have people running if they hear it, rather than any attempt at censorship. The other wraps around Phillip's cock as he makes a final effort to bring him with him before he comes with a shout behind his hand.