At some point Phillip has to stop the marks so he can breathe, the limitations of a physical form, but it’s not before he’s littered them over Gustavain’s neck and upper chest. He lingers over them still, and one of his hands has managed to twine itself into the other’s hair, more playing with it than pulling but still with a bit of the tension as his lips brush over the bruising skin.
His thrusts become more single minded, not as distracted and focused entirely on bringing the both of them to that edge. If Gus doesn’t beat him to it, he will make Damn sure he follows, gasping as the wave hits him and he spills over into the man beneath him.
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Date: 2021-05-19 03:43 pm (UTC)His thrusts become more single minded, not as distracted and focused entirely on bringing the both of them to that edge. If Gus doesn’t beat him to it, he will make Damn sure he follows, gasping as the wave hits him and he spills over into the man beneath him.