Gustavain's restraint is appreciated, as deeply disconcerting as this clearly is for the both of them. Phillip's not immediately clear on what he's doing, why he rolls them over even as he's struggling to breathe steadily, the surprise when that hand reaches up to caress him palpable in the air.

The kiss is returned just as carefully at first, unsure how it would even feel like this, but when Gustavain opens into it he does as well, the darkness mixing with heat into something like hunger. There is a danger to it, there is no denying that, but, well, danger is hardly something new to him, now is it?

There had been the distant, wry thought that perhaps the Light would burn him, see the darkness inherent in him as only an enemy with no other path, but it does not- though whether that is because said light seems more muted than it should, he cannot say. For the time, at least, he is grateful for it, and he will hold onto the kiss as long as Gustavain wants, before letting that form fade away once more.