There's a bone deep shudder that goes through Phillip's body as Gustavain thrusts into his mouth, relaxing instinctively to make sure that lack of control doesn't hurt either one of them. He moans around him when he feels him come, tongue working him through it until he's spent and swallowing it all down.

It takes him a moment to pull off, and even when he does he stays where he is for a moment to catch his breath and feel those fingers in his hair, but eventually he'll pull himself up. He slides onto the bed overtop of Gustavain, lips trailing over his jaw before finding his mouth, pressing him down into the mattress with his hands on either side of his body, hips pressed together.