"Hmm..." Gustavain isn't... entirely sure that's the case. There'd been something... some kind of thing in Emet-Selch's eyes and perhaps Amaurotine's had a different version of platonic love, or even romantic love, than he's used to as a "mere" human, but it certainly looked the same to him-- a level of betrayal he would have expected of a spurned lover, a softness to the offer to come turn into a monster in Emet-Selch's lair. Regardless, sentiment does not equal action and perhaps it had been one-sided. Regardless, it immediately begs the next question, more dangerous, but also more important.
Phillip surely knows he's going to ask it before he does so, but that doesn't stop Gustavain from leaving a line of bruises with his mouth up the inside of his thigh, shifting to peer up at him with a look that's somehow both serious and slightly impish when he asks,
"Were we?"
He doesn't really give him time to think too hard about the answer, because he asks and immediately sinks his mouth over Phillip's cock, shallowly, but enough to make the answer both difficult to get out and to make it clear that the answer to the question doesn't matter a damn bit to what they're doing currently.
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Date: 2021-08-27 03:32 am (UTC)Phillip surely knows he's going to ask it before he does so, but that doesn't stop Gustavain from leaving a line of bruises with his mouth up the inside of his thigh, shifting to peer up at him with a look that's somehow both serious and slightly impish when he asks,
"Were we?"
He doesn't really give him time to think too hard about the answer, because he asks and immediately sinks his mouth over Phillip's cock, shallowly, but enough to make the answer both difficult to get out and to make it clear that the answer to the question doesn't matter a damn bit to what they're doing currently.