There's a low, sensual laugh to that, Gustavain trailing his fingers down Phillip's cheek, chin, neck, his smile warm, even as though trailing fingers smear Phillip in blood-- the look in his golden eyes is dark, but clearly mirthful.
"Mm. And here I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt, that worry might be what's putting that look on your face, despite the pink in your cheeks," his hand slips down the front of Phillip's throat, down his chest, trailing his ribs until it comes to rest on his hip, possessive. "I thought I would give you an opportunity to run."
He clearly doesn't mean physically, or at least, not entirely, but he squeezes his hip lightly, a reminder that that is closed to him now as well.
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Date: 2021-05-25 10:23 pm (UTC)"Mm. And here I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt, that worry might be what's putting that look on your face, despite the pink in your cheeks," his hand slips down the front of Phillip's throat, down his chest, trailing his ribs until it comes to rest on his hip, possessive. "I thought I would give you an opportunity to run."
He clearly doesn't mean physically, or at least, not entirely, but he squeezes his hip lightly, a reminder that that is closed to him now as well.