Phillip doesn't really have a goal right now, not in the way he did before at least, other than the continued pursuit of this pleasure. His hands wander a bit more, smoothing over skin and tracing over muscles and scars alike, just soaking in the warmth between them. The connection is still there, near undeniable as their bodies move in tandem, as easy now as it was with the more frantic pace.
He tips his head forward, finding Gustavain's neck again, at the skin just surrounding where the collar hovers to work in another mark. This one is slow, heavy, deeper than the others just by the way he presses in and keeps the other pinned beneath him as his hips continue their steady pace. They are still building towards something, but it feels quite different than before.
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Date: 2021-05-25 01:57 pm (UTC)He tips his head forward, finding Gustavain's neck again, at the skin just surrounding where the collar hovers to work in another mark. This one is slow, heavy, deeper than the others just by the way he presses in and keeps the other pinned beneath him as his hips continue their steady pace. They are still building towards something, but it feels quite different than before.