That echo of yours resonates down to Phillip's soul, as if that one word could make the aether that makes him up tremble. Gustavain surely doesn't mean that, he'll rationalize later, but for the moment it overwhelms him and feeds his hunger, the kiss almost like he's trying to devour the man beneath him.

There may be some argument to be made here for the field of whatever it is that is disrupting the aether, that with them pressed up this close it bleeds from one to the other, but it's also entirely possible that that isn't the case and it's just that everything about this is hitting all of Phillip's buttons hard enough to forget anything outside of this. The way Gustavain sounds, that sweet, absolutely fucked out smile, how much trust is behind all of this... it's enough to drive him entirely mad.

He feels like he can't keep his lips off of him, dragging him into kiss after kiss and only breaking to take in the glorious look on the other's face as he continues to thrust, building up from a slow start to something more steady. It's so hard to hold back, and before long he doesn't try, near desperately seeking something in the connection of their bodies, fucking him like they need it to survive.