Phillip isn't expecting violence, exactly, but with the way Gustavain is moving he certainly expected something harsher, the bite of teeth or a rougher hold. He's braced for it, which makes it all the more surprising when it turns out to be something much warmer. There's a soft noise of something, perhaps realization, before he relaxes into it, softening under the sheer affection of it, a hand coming up to rest on his cheek. It hindsight, it makes sense. He's certainly been trying to hide this. He just hadn't entirely realized he might not have been the only one.
When he's released from the kiss, or allowed to pull away, he doesn't drift far. Just far enough to lift his eyes to those glowing yellow ones, considering them. "And if I stopped running?" he asks. Would you stop too?
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Phillip isn't expecting violence, exactly, but with the way Gustavain is moving he certainly expected something harsher, the bite of teeth or a rougher hold. He's braced for it, which makes it all the more surprising when it turns out to be something much warmer. There's a soft noise of something, perhaps realization, before he relaxes into it, softening under the sheer affection of it, a hand coming up to rest on his cheek. It hindsight, it makes sense. He's certainly been trying to hide this. He just hadn't entirely realized he might not have been the only one.
When he's released from the kiss, or allowed to pull away, he doesn't drift far. Just far enough to lift his eyes to those glowing yellow ones, considering them. "And if I stopped running?" he asks. Would you stop too?