His clothes are going to be absolutely ruined, and whenever they get on to finishing their task they are going to greatly alarm anyone waiting for them. Of course, Phillip isn't really thinking about that right, or how this really isn't the time or place for this conversation. It's very hard to think about much of anything, and with how close he is Gustavain will definitely feel the full body shudder when he says mine.

They've danced around this the way they have with everything else, dropping the words here and there during sex but never outside of it. Separated from momentary passion, there's no way to deny that that's what he wants, and no way to brush off the fact that at least part of Gustavain means it. His hands move up to cup his face, and when their lips meet the kiss is tender, soft but without holding anything back- a kiss of someone who is very much in love.