"Good," it once again straddles some strange kind of line, where this isn't quite praise or intended to be diminutive, but sounds more soothing, like he knows Phillip is deeply uncomfortable and is talking him through it without coddling him at all.
He shifts again, wraps an arm around Phillip and shifts to where he's more holding him down with his weight than his hands, lining himself up to push inside a moment later. Phillip won't find much physical reprieve with this either, though it's done in slow rolls of Gustavain's hips, bit by bit. Before he's fully hilted, he'll have his other hand planted on the ground, now, his teeth back in Phillip's neck.
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He shifts again, wraps an arm around Phillip and shifts to where he's more holding him down with his weight than his hands, lining himself up to push inside a moment later. Phillip won't find much physical reprieve with this either, though it's done in slow rolls of Gustavain's hips, bit by bit. Before he's fully hilted, he'll have his other hand planted on the ground, now, his teeth back in Phillip's neck.