“What you need is to rest,” Phillip replies, firm but teasing in its own way as his lips find their way down the man’s jaw, “I don’t believe for a second that you got nearly enough of it while you were there, even before the light was trying to crack you open.” His lips continue their trail, his hands moving to slowly work out the knots that almost certainly exist in Gustavain’s shoulders and upper back, while also trying to feel out his aether as subtly as he can. He didn’t really notice in the moment just how easily Gus had allowed himself to open at the last touch of his own soul, too caught up in panic, but he is trying to reach out again, to assure himself if nothing else that those cracks don’t remain.
“You won’t be any good to anyone if you fall over with exhaustion trying to fix things,” he continues, his hands kneading their way slowly over his body, “And if it means I have to tie you to the bed to get you to stay there, I’ll do it.” Whether that sounds like a threat or a promise is almost entirely up to Gustavain’s interpretation and desire.
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Date: 2021-06-21 02:26 pm (UTC)“You won’t be any good to anyone if you fall over with exhaustion trying to fix things,” he continues, his hands kneading their way slowly over his body, “And if it means I have to tie you to the bed to get you to stay there, I’ll do it.” Whether that sounds like a threat or a promise is almost entirely up to Gustavain’s interpretation and desire.