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It's so strange, being back.

Ishgard hasn't changed in hundreds of years, strange to think it would have changed since he'd been here last, but then, everywhere else he'd been has changed just in the time he's been there. So it's strange to be walking streets he knows from his childhood but with eyes that are so different.

Beside him, Emmanelain chatters on about the different facets of city life. He had made sure Haurchefant knew to petition his former family with as much discretion as possible. They, of course, had simply said their son had died and they were certain some fugitive from Uldah couldn't be him anyway. He hadn't expected any differently. He feels like that person is dead and he breathes on as someone wholly different anyway, but it's strange, to be being shown around the place he grew up in by a member of one of the High Houses, someone his parents would have killed for him to be friends with just a few short years earlier, as though he were a stranger to this place.

He has always been a stranger to this place.

Dressed in Gridanian fashion and tanned lightly by the sun, he doesn't expect there's anyone here who would recognize him. He'd been barely more than a ghost when he left, hardly a warrior of anything. But as they pass through the Jeweled Croizer and Emmanelain gets caught up talking to some girl he's been trying to woo, there's a sudden, strange sensation at the back of his head, something like and unlike the Echo, and he turns, eyes scanning the busy street for... something. Someone.

(For some reason, unbidden, he remembers the night of the Calamity, giant pieces of some other part of Eorzea raining from the sky..

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It becomes clear near immediately that Phillip hadn't really meant to do that, which is probably its own confusing and surprising thing. And it means that he doesn't entirely know what to do with the situation now that he's accidentally changed it. He's not quite embarrassed when Gustavain looks up at him, but there is a flush to him that isn't normally there. It's definitely not a look that he would be terribly used to, but he has seen it a few times before, mostly in their childhood in the rare occasions when he was unsure and almost shy but undeniably fond.

He gives the hand in his a little squeeze, half apology and half thanks, because he knows quite well that there are people who wouldn't want to deal with this from him, especially know what Gustavain knows. He'll let go of it after, hand moving back into the other's hair and threading through not as tightly as before, offering the chance to go back to the dynamic if that's more what he wants. Phillip... isn't sure what he wants, if he's honest.

Gustavain huffs out a little laugh at that and then makes another one of those purring moans, sliding his hands up the backs of Phillip's thighs as he does, squeezing a bit and tipping him back more against the wall.

Phillip has the controller and he knows what it does. Gustavain is kind, perhaps to a fault, but he's not the sort of kind that doesn't let other people make their own decisions. Phillip knows what to do if he wants something different and has the power to do it-- until then, Gustavain is doing whatever he pleases, and right now, it's his own little bit of retribution for their game, making Phillip work to be the one who stays quiet while he devours him like a delicious treat, warm and slow, but intense.

Gustavain, in Phillip's opinion, is absolutely too kind for his own good, but that doesn't mean he likes to make things easy. Phillip doesn't fight the mood for the moment, knowing it is in many ways his own fault that they are here (which does not make the current situation unpleasant by any means).

But he doesn't feel entirely comfortable with the focus being so much on him either, so after a few moments of this, a few soft noises pulled from him as he braces himself against the wall, he will reach for the controller and shift the setting, wanting to see what that one does when Gustavain is at least a little out of the way of public view, more shielded and needing to control less.

The result is, all told, pretty spectacular. The setting has just enough of that "aether scrambling" business that he's fully aware of how unfocused he gets, combined with a slow but strong pulse that, with the addled state, feels a lot more like getting fucked than the stimulation of a toy. He makes a low, gasping sort of moan and then abruptly matches pace with the pulse of the light, earlier focus definitely shattered.

He'll writhe a little too, for a moment, completely unashamed about chasing that sensation. He's absolutely not coordinated enough like this to do anything about his pants, but if Phillip doesn't give him something to make friction on, he's reaching down and palming himself through them, pressing Phillip more into the wall but this time in an almost mindless need for more rather than asserting any kind of control.

He's moaning with every breath before a handful of seconds have even passed, every second driving him closer and closer to the edge, all of it suddenly breakneck and desperate

Phillip will shift one of his legs forward, to give Gus something to bear down on for a moment, but very soon after activating that setting he's switched them off it again, back to something slower and less likely to barrel towards the end. "You did say you didn't want to make a mess of your pants," he points out, dragging his fingers against Gustavain's scalp and the breathiness of his voice somehow finding the middle between the controlling start and his accidental show of feelings. There is something rich and heated in there too, perhaps a memory of how he specifically asked to beg before going home...

Of course, whether or not Gus decides to continue what he's doing is entirely up in the air. Phillip is not all that far off himself, if the way he's beginning to clench in hand in the other's hair is an indication, his breathing becoming shallower and quicker with every moment.

Gustavain ruts against his leg completely shamelessly and without a hint of hesitation, deeper moans muffled well by his cock. It's very clear that he'd have done that until he came without intervention, but he gasps and comes back to himself instead. He pulls back just far enough to catch his breath, licks a long, slow stripe up his cock, head resting against Phillip's hip for a moment.

"Fuck," he says, soft, breathless, makes a low, humming sound of pleasure. His fingers work to get his pants open, wastes no time in starting to stroke himself, now that he's no longer going to make a mess of himself, "Got no problem with making a mess of the floor. Easier to clean up," he comments, then takes him back down, humming happily and somewhat pointedly around him.

Phillip runs his nails lightly over Gustavain's scalp as he takes that rest against him, trying to catch his own breath as he does so. It's really quite unfair, he thinks, how lovely the man looks when he's so hungry.

Of course, he doesn't get much of a reprieve either, and while he could draw a line here, refuse them both any kind of release until they were well and truly back in private, but why would he do that? It's not as if this would be the end of it all, and he very much wants to see Gus make a bit of a mess. So he doesn't object, doesn't deny either of them of what they want right now, flipping the dial back to that setting that drives him wild before leaning back and just letting the wave of pleasure take them both.

The muffled noise he makes sounds a bit more like a squeal when Phillip brings the dial back around, sharp and high, and it's partially surprise and also partially a self-satisfied kind of delight that makes it clear this was precisely what he was hoping Phillip might do. It melts into that almost distracted sounding, deeper noise almost immediately. There's no need to resist it anymore, even if he'd been able to, and he doesn't try, bucks his hips into his own hand and pulls Phillip even closer with the other.

There's a marked difference between him with the setting and him without and it's not just that he's distracted-- something about his mouth goes softer, somehow, his tongue more dragging, like that feels good to him too, his moans more heavy and purring. It's not going to take more than another handful of seconds before he comes completely unraveled with a low, drawn out moan.

Phillip goes with the hold, pressing deeper into the man's mouth and the hand that was controlling the toy finally joining its twin in burrowing into that long, brown hair. He manages to keep his hips fairly still and his mouth closed, just with the periodic gasps for air and bitten back cries, until the way that tongue dragging over him and the vibration of hummed purrs becomes too much to bear. There's a choked noise as he keeps back what would have been an obscenely loud moan and he comes, body shuddering in absolute ecstasy.

He won't move immediately, except to dial down the toy if it seems like it's causing Gus any discomfort (otherwise he's definitely keeping it as it for a moment). Other than his deep breaths, he's quiet too, hands sliding down to almost cradle the man's face, thumbing over it in gentle lines.

Phillip might end up wanting to turn the toy down as much as his sake as for Gustavain's. There's no protest to him leaving it on, but neither is there any sign that Gustavain is going to stop, either. He swallows around him as they both find release but without any respite from the toy, he also doesn't pull off of him. It's not entirely clear if he can string the brain cells together to-- he can't seem to really find the coordination to keep any kind of a rhythm either, is just dragging his tongue mindlessly against his cock, and he manages to look upwards at Phillip when he cups his face, is responsive enough to lean heavily into the touch, but his eyes aren't wholly focused.

He looks fucked out, not necessarily alarmingly so, but definitely "worse" than a single round ought to have gotten him and, if Phillip leaves him like that for more than a few additional seconds, a series of increasingly deep shudders seem to roll up his spine while he starts to moan in a way that sounds delirious, over-whelmed. If Phillip can take it, it seems like he might just roll right from one orgasm to the build to another, even if it doesn't sound wholly comfortable, despite the utter lack of protest.

The problem is now that this doesn't seem like it would be terribly comfortable for either of them, but that look on Gustavain's face is well near worth it for Phillip to just throw out good sense and continue onwards. He lets out a low breath to try and steady himself, brushing over his face almost adoringly. Luckily, his brain does kick in enough to actually turn the thing off for a moment, continuing his gentle petting motions afterwards to get the both of them to calm down.

He doesn't take his hands off the other, keeping them pressed up together against the wall and just basking in the warmth of them against each other. "Better?" he asks quietly after a moment, once the cheek has managed to come back to him.

He'll recover quickly enough, now that the toy is off, but in the first moment he just pulls back enough to not choke himself further on Phillip's cock and then collapses against him, seems like he's only really still upright because of the way he's on his knees and that gravity is more pulling him straight down than to the side.

"Mmm..." he manages, muzzily but much more coherent than previously, "This was the best idea." He nuzzles into a hip, bites for a moment, but then manages to pull himself off and slowly go about setting them both to rights. "You're going to have to be really careful," he comments, lazily. "Just feeling the thing inside me, now, has me about ready to melt."

That is clearly not a call to stop, though, and he's also clearly not begging yet.

Phillip laughs, shivering a little at the bite but helping Gustavain to his feet and almost certainly taking on some of his weight as he gets his bearings again. "Already?" he teases, hands very much still running over him and keeping him close, "Seems like we haven't gotten through even half of what we talked about..."

He could mean shopping. He almost certainly means the begging, though.

Once they're a little more put together, he will turn it back on, but at one of those low, periodic settings, nothing consistent enough to be likely to tip him over the edge near as quickly. But he will make sure it doesn't just make him immediately collapse before they sneak back out onto the streets.

"What can I say? You're good at it," he says with an unashamed grin, "Besides, it's harder than it looks. I'd like to see you try to do better." It's both good natured complaining and also very clearly an offer.

He seems all business about getting them set to rights, seems a little bit looser-limbed than before, but he's remarkably good at tucking himself back up and away, smoothing over his own hair until the only real sign that they've been up to anything is a slight flush to his cheeks that could easily be a single glass of wine or a small lewd comment rather than coming apart in a storage closet.

Well. Right up until Phillip turns the thing back on. He grips suddenly on Phillip's arms and doesn't make a sound but very clearly sucks his breath in, his face undeniably caught out during sex for a moment. He hangs his head forward on Phillip's shoulder for a moment, shoulder's shaking in breathless laughter,

"Oh fuck, that feels so good," he's barely turned it on, but he's sensitive now, primed, and what was easy to dismiss twenty minutes ago is turning him half to jelly now. He'll stop Phillip if he tries to turn it off though, "No... no, just... mmmm... just give me a moment..." he's taking in little sips of air, but he does calm, breathe through it, straighten,

"It's not going to take long," he says, simply, and likely unnecessarily, "But I don't intend to renege on the terms now." And then, after a moment, "If I'm incoherent by the time we do get back to either of our rooms, get me off or calm me down, but don't take it out of me yet. There's one more part to this and I don't want to miss it." He grins.

Were it literally anyone else making such an offer, Phillip would have laughed it off and moved on, and perhaps that would be what Gustavain expects out of it. But then again, maybe his little slip-up earlier makes it less of a surprise when he actually seems to consider it. "Maybe I will," he winds up teasing back, which for him may as well be agreement. It might be nice, to give up a little bit of his control, just for a little bit...

He has less to sort out before being presentable than Gus does, but he'll do his best to make sure they're both sorted even as he immediately undermines it by turning the toy back on. He wraps his arms around the man, steadying him as he adjusts to the now very gentle pulse, holding him until he straightens again, enough for them to continue onwards. However brief that might be.

"I'll admit I was wondering about that third part," he says, reaching a hand up to pull Gustavain's face down to his, long enough for a lush kiss before letting him go. He'll lead them out of the storage cabinet after checking to make sure they won't be observed and head towards the market, likely with an arm still hooked together to help with balance.

Provided Phillip doesn't mess with the settings more, Gustavain seems to have settled into this one, but Phillip can definitely tell the difference now in how he moves. It's nothing hugely different, but he seems about like he does normally a drink or two in, not drunk but looser, somehow, graceful in a sort of careless way. Caught in this kind of state in a tavern he might blame it on the bard in him, might flirt and shamelessly pull some stranger into his orbit for the evening. This, however, is entirely Phillip's and only Phillip knows why he's like this as they move through the stalls.

He plays around with various things in some of the open air shops, they end up with some fruits and some sweets along with anything Phillip might want, but Gustavain tugs them to head more back along the backside of the buildings rather than down the main thoroughfare to the bar and there's not enough time to do much, even back here, but it's enough to tug Phillip's arms around him from behind and writhe backwards into the line of him, breathy,

"Please," it's not the most eloquent, but his body is also doing a lot of the talking for him, the way he's rubbing his ass backwards against him, "Everything feels like it's slipping sideways, I can't... can't... Fury I wish you could just fuck me in the street," he makes a needy little noise, pushes back a little harder.

He'll be able to calm himself again once they separate, but he seems wholly incapable of choosing that separation for himself.

There's an interesting sort of smirk on his face as they go, as he watches the way Gustavain moves with a knowing glint. Most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference between his normal cocky attitude and this, but for the one person who knows how to look for it there's definitely a sharp edge of hunger to it, bordering dangerously on possessive. Under normal circumstances, he would try to keep that part of him under wraps, but for the moment... well. He thinks he's justified.

He doesn't pick up much from the market himself (except perhaps a very cute little outfit that is almost certainly only going to be worn in private, purchased half just because Gus is there to see it), and it's not like shopping was really the goal anyway so he has no complaints at all about being lead away from the market proper. He wraps his arms around the man easily, having to stand on his tiptoes to kiss at his neck and nip at the skin.

"You know I would if I could," he says, voice low and heated as he lets a hand slide down to the other's front, just the slightest bit of pressure on his cock, "You'd look so lovely during it." He withdraws his hands and his arms, taking hold of the elezen's with a firmer grip than before.

"Come on." His voice is commanding, not to be argued with, but rich and inviting all the same as he leads them back to his room.

There's a full-body shudder to Phillip's words, a soft moan that carries no further than the two of them, turning richer at the end when Phillip's hand rubs over his cock. His hips roll forward into the touch, greedy and automatic and there's another soft, whimpered please that slips out there as well.

Still, he manages to gather himself, at least enough to not show much of what's really happening. There's another, softer shudder to that commanding tone in Phillip's voice. He doesn't trust his own, though, follows mutely along with him, full concentration now on just getting behind a door.

Even after they do, though, he seems more inclined at the moment to let Phillip keep control, could easily have pinned him to the wall like in the storage closet and they both know it, but keeps his hands to himself instead, though it's clearly on a hair trigger.

"Please," he says again, and then he can't help but reach out and smooth his hands over Phillip's shirt, though he manages to keep from doing anything else.

Just how tall Gustavain is always presents a bit of a problem, but they've come up with a number of ways around that. For this, Phillip draws Gustavain towards the bed, having him sit on the edge of it before straddling his lap, fixing both the problem of their differing heights and pressing all the right things together. He lets out a heavy sigh as he shifts on top of the other, grinding them together and leaning down to catch him in another deep kiss.

His hands find his way down to the other's shirt, pulling it off and layering more kisses over his skin before his mouth finds the soft skin of his neck, biting down and working in a deep mark. "Tell me what you want, love," he says, the softness of the words offset by the rougher, sensual tone, "I want to hear it."

He's never difficult to lead to bed and is less so now, moaning openly, finally, when Phillip slides on top of him. His noises go desperate a bit while Phillip works that bruise into his neck and his hips work underneath him, matching friction to the still-slow pace of the toy inside him. Even so...

"If you don't hurry up, I'm not going to have to tell you anything," because he's going to come with his pants still on, he means, and there's zero prohibition or care for not doing that now that they're in private. "I want you to make me come. I don't care how and haven't for an hour now," someone else might mistake his tone for upset or commanding, but Phillip can easily hear the broken edges of it, how he's more just being direct because there's no subterfuge or teasing left, "And then I want to show you the last part of this and I want you to fuck me until I can't walk."

Phillip doesn't voice an answer, doesn't need to as he leans in for another kiss, deep and rich and utterly decadent. It may seem cruel, then, when he pulls back and slips off Gustavain's lap, but it should be a cruelty easily soothed by how his palms drag down the other's chest, finding his pants to undo them and free him before pushing his legs to a wider spread in order to swallow him down.

Gustavain has almost surely come across how much Phillip loves doing this by now, the pleasured hum in his throat as he takes his cock deep, tongue sliding over the length of it. He enjoys giving this as much as, if not more, than being on the receiving end, and there's something insatiably hungry about the way he moves over him. It won't take long, not with how far gone he already is, but Phillip seems ready to savor every second of it.

Gustavain makes a shaky, keening noise and his hand fists in Phillip's hair,

"Oh careful... careful... I'm too close... I can't..." control himself is obviously what he means, because he's arching his hips, can't hold still. There's no real strength in either his legs or his hand on Phillip's head, but that's less out of deliberate politeness and more just that he's shaking too hard to put any real force behind it.

He doesn't even make it to double digits on the thrusts, though, before he's coming, falling back boneless on the bed afterwards, petting through Phillip's hair and trying to catch his breath.

There's a bone deep shudder that goes through Phillip's body as Gustavain thrusts into his mouth, relaxing instinctively to make sure that lack of control doesn't hurt either one of them. He moans around him when he feels him come, tongue working him through it until he's spent and swallowing it all down.

It takes him a moment to pull off, and even when he does he stays where he is for a moment to catch his breath and feel those fingers in his hair, but eventually he'll pull himself up. He slides onto the bed overtop of Gustavain, lips trailing over his jaw before finding his mouth, pressing him down into the mattress with his hands on either side of his body, hips pressed together.

His moan is rich and unfettered when Phillip crawls back up over him and it's clear he's appreciative of the weight, dragging him down closer, half tangling them together. For a short while, that's all there is-- their shared warmth and the feeling of solidity that being pressed into the bed brings, particularly after feeling like he was coming completely unmoored. The thought of sleeping like this is tempting, at least for a long moment before he rallies. He's not quite ready for this to end, and now that he feels like he can think for a moment...

His pants are still hooked around one leg and he shifts without fully dislodging Phillip from his chest and pulls a small box out of one of the pockets, dumping the contents out on the bed. It's impossible to tell what the object is from looking at it at first-- a small crystal and a coil of some kind of wire, maybe? Gustavain's fingers unspool the length of some kind of flexible metal and he drapes it around the back of his neck so the ends hang down over his shoulders.

"Here, get out the controller device..." once Phillip does, he dumps the small crystal into his hands, "See that other little dome on it? Tap the crystal on it." Sure enough, there's a smaller dome on the device, unnoticed as it's been dark the whole time, but when it's tapped with the crystal, both it and the smaller dome glow white. "You should be able to tell that there's a slightly flatter side to the crystal, yes? Keep your thumb on it, and bring it closer to the rest of the necklace..."

When he does, the metal ends of the bit Gustavain had draped around his neck glow blue like the bigger dome and rise like they're magnetized to hover to the sides of the small crystal part. When Phillip lets it go, it hovers there and Gustavain has called it a "necklace", but what it truly is, is blatantly obvious. Gustavain, of course, seems utterly unbothered by the implications, because when is he ever and continues,

"I wasn't able to play too much with this on my own, but it seems like it's intended to allow for the aether scrambling part of the device to continue to work even without the toy being inserted." He says it bright and excited to try it out, because of course he does.

Phillip had been very curious about this third piece, and when it all comes together he is not disappointed. There's a definite catch to his breath as the 'necklace' takes shape, that sharp wanting returning to his eyes. He has no idea if Gus knew how he would react to such a thing but if he had to guess, he'd say this was likely intentional.

The hand not on the controller slides up over his collar to his neck, brushing the skin under the floating coil. "I guess we should test it," he hums, ignoring the fact that the toy is still inside of him as he leans in for another one of those lush kisses while ramping up the brightness on the controller. He already knows exactly what he wants to do, but he is also entirely unwilling to let it be over so quickly.

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