The cry that pulls from Phillip is filled to the brim with an aching desire, any discomfort clearly overpowered by the pleasure. Indeed, he seems to melt under the hold, more than willing to let Gustavain do what he wills.

He has certainly wondered about that first night, especially in the days before he knew for certain if the love he felt was returned. Certainly, everyone here had once been one of his kind, but Hydaelyn's influence here was strong enough that the darkness seemed to unnerve most of them anyway. It begins to make sense now, even though he can't really put much thought to it at the moment.

"Gods," he gasps, his body beginning to shudder with each thrust, heat rising within him to almost become unbearable, "Please, love, please--"

They're not done; Phillip's going to want to go at least one more time and there's a decent chance they will keep this up, tangled up with each other and working this out until the morning sun. But this high is peaking, making the way for a release.