What precisely happens next is something Gustavain can unpack later sometime, whether it's just adrenaline or if maybe somewhere deep down he's got some kind of unaddressed death-wish or if fighting primals has left him with some kind of adrenaline addiction at this point or what. But the kiss shades deeper into hunger and it feels like falling off a cliff, the ground steady between his feet, a moment of weightlessness and then the abruptness of gravity taking hold.

He's clinging suddenly, a reflection of that hunger and heat, winds one arm around Phillip's back, the other hand tangled tight in his hair and something yawns like a pit in his chest, deep and fathomless, and the kiss goes wild for a moment, desperate, and he's not sure if he's pushing up against Phillip or pulling him down against him or both. There's a dim thought that this is likely not the best reaction or impression to leave Phillip with, but once the avalanche has started, it's entirely too late for the pebbles to vote. He can no more stop what's happening than stop the sun from rising.

When the kiss breaks, it's with a gasp of that name, the strange Ascian language rolling of Gustavain's tongue perfectly in that moment, possibly assisted by the Echo with his conscious mind stood aside for a moment. How long has it been since Phillip has heard it said in passion?