Something about that tone hits deep, with nothing in it's way and he moans just for that, the heated possession in Phillip's tone that he should be worried about, maybe, but seems right, right, right in a way that he doesn't have the ability to analyze,
"Always... yours..." he says, muffled against the fingers on his lips, his mouth tipping open and slack with the slight pressure and then he just kind of... forgets to close it, until Phillip takes his lips again in another kiss. He murmurs something that might be good to his next words, but then even that falls away-- the rightness, any of the more cerebral pleasure, everything.
His eyes go blank and dazed and he's really addled at this point to the point that he doesn't even actually know that he's addled anymore. It's very clear that what they were about to do was fuck and he's blindingly aroused and that's literally all his brain needs to make him smile invitingly and reach for Phillip, wrapping his legs around him as he sinks in with a soft, pleased sigh. The way is... easier than Phillip might have expected, not with preparation but with a complete lack of any kind of tension whatsoever, like Gustavain is short-circuited all the way down to his involuntary responses.
Gustavain doesn't spare a thought for where they are, can't really care at the moment, and does nothing to quiet himself at that first thrust, rolling his hips eagerly under Phillip's, though he's so distracted by pleasure that he can't even turn that into a decisive move, mostly just firms up under him, gives him something to thrust against.
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Date: 2021-05-24 08:27 pm (UTC)"Always... yours..." he says, muffled against the fingers on his lips, his mouth tipping open and slack with the slight pressure and then he just kind of... forgets to close it, until Phillip takes his lips again in another kiss. He murmurs something that might be good to his next words, but then even that falls away-- the rightness, any of the more cerebral pleasure, everything.
His eyes go blank and dazed and he's really addled at this point to the point that he doesn't even actually know that he's addled anymore. It's very clear that what they were about to do was fuck and he's blindingly aroused and that's literally all his brain needs to make him smile invitingly and reach for Phillip, wrapping his legs around him as he sinks in with a soft, pleased sigh. The way is... easier than Phillip might have expected, not with preparation but with a complete lack of any kind of tension whatsoever, like Gustavain is short-circuited all the way down to his involuntary responses.
Gustavain doesn't spare a thought for where they are, can't really care at the moment, and does nothing to quiet himself at that first thrust, rolling his hips eagerly under Phillip's, though he's so distracted by pleasure that he can't even turn that into a decisive move, mostly just firms up under him, gives him something to thrust against.