Phillip certainly wouldn't mind revisiting this at some point, some time where they actually spend it wrapped up each other and not worry about an enemy battalion finding them half naked in the blood and dirt. But there are likely a number of conversations that need to happen between then and now, and he's personally not sure where or when to start.

Those are concerns for later, though, when he's not being fucked out of his mind. He makes a sharp but no less pleasured joins when he's grabbed and pulled back, stretched out and held in place with no way to move on his own. Every call of 'mine' seems to send another shudder through him, each more intense than the last, until he finally lets out a strangled cry and spills out onto the ground.

There is a moment, in the hazed aftermath where he tries to collect his thoughts and catch his breath, where he hopes Gustavain doesn't wind up regretting this, allowing his dark side to come out. Phillip certainly doesn't.