Any "resistance" on Gustavain's part happens only when he remembers he ought to be resisting. There are moments when that sense of darkness feels thicker, something no one coming into the room would be able to sense or feel, but something that the Echo picks up, somehow. Those points cause a bit more of something like a struggle, though it's really just a deeper writhe more than anything, a breathless noise. He presses upwards into the press down and while it's a bit more like he's trying to throw Phillip off where his hands are, lower it turns into a grinding pressure that has his head tipping back on a moan.
Too much touching on his part ruins the illusion he's going for and while he's going to easily toss that to the winds once they get a little further along, this is surprisingly fun at the moment, and he's not going to give it up that easily. His hands fist into the sheets near his head, instead, knowing all too well that that throws the lines of his muscles in sharper relief, is posing like this to be looked at.
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Date: 2021-04-19 04:38 pm (UTC)Too much touching on his part ruins the illusion he's going for and while he's going to easily toss that to the winds once they get a little further along, this is surprisingly fun at the moment, and he's not going to give it up that easily. His hands fist into the sheets near his head, instead, knowing all too well that that throws the lines of his muscles in sharper relief, is posing like this to be looked at.