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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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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.

There's the slightest look of hesitance to Gustavain as Phillip initially clicks the crystal into place, but it fades at the answering want in Phillip's eyes, sure sign that this was not just a good guess for Phillip's sake and is something hotly desired by the other party. Granted, it's unlikely Gustavain would have done something like this without fully explaining it if he hadn't picked up something from the other man to indicate he would enjoy it, but the bright look in his eyes says this is precisely the reaction he was hoping for, rather than one he knew he would receive.

Something about the look in his eyes grows a little wild as Phillip slides his fingers under the collar and he tilts his head back, baring his long neck very deliberately. He's not going to bring it up, not right now, not here, but he's very, very aware of what he has just let put this collar around his neck, not just who, and all the things that means, everywhere else but here.

He kisses back full and lush to meet Phillip's kiss, laughing at him saying he guesses they should test it, like there's any doubt they both want to, and then his side of the kiss goes heated and unfocused as Phillip ramps up the brightness setting, a low moan building in his chest that, true to his previous commentary about it, he does nothing to hold back. A moment later, his hips start to writhe just a bit with the still-slow pulse of the toy still inside.

He pulls back ever so slightly from the kiss, their mouths still brushing against each other as he drags his fingertips down Gustavain's throat, a delicate but stimulating touch. "You look so gorgeous," he says softly, and he could mean a million things, the way he's wrung out underneath him or the collar or just him, and perhaps he means all of them wrapped into one. But it doesn't matter, not really, as he leans down into another of those heated kisses.

He shifts a bit overtop of him, maneuvering his own pants off and kicking them to the floor, pressing down to grind their bared skin together in a slow, almost taunting motion. He'll keep up that teasing for a moment, before reaching down and finding the toy at last, the smooth little thing sliding out and temporarily discarded to the side. He drags a finger between his cheeks with a low hum. "Mmmm, I'm not sure you're ready for me," he says, nipping at the skin of his jaw, right above the collar, "Unless you're too eager to wait?" It's likely not actually that big of a deal, nothing Gustavain couldn't take, but Phillip does very much like to hear him ask for it.

Gustavain moans softly, deliriously, at the drag of Phillip's fingers down his throat, back arching slightly like he could get him closer like that, and he moans again at the kiss, can't seem to stay quiet now that he doesn't have to, into the kiss. His side of it is heated but languid, like he can't really muddle through the pursuit of anything.

Truthfully, it's hard to muddle through anything at all. Unless Phillip's just gone completely for broke and turned the brightness all the way up, there's still enough thought process left for him to know things like where they are and who he is, but there's not room for whole lot left besides. The friction leaves him writhing more, chasing more of it, and losing the stimulation of the toy makes him whine in disappointment. He probably could use a little more prep, the toy's only really large enough to make sure it stayed in, but he also rolls his hips thoughtlessly against any kind of pressure and he's also slick and open enough to easily take a finger-- and will, if Phillip's got one in the vicinity and doesn't stop him.

Either way, Gustavain's brow furrows at the question. He's usually so quick-witted that he's sometimes a bit dangerous with it, but right now, the words swim, don't wholly make sense to him. What isn't he ready for? But then it's like Phillip feeds him words and he grabs onto them like a drowning man,

"Too eager to wait..." that seems right, and he doesn't hear how much it sounds like parroting over the sound of his addled brain accepting that as truth. It's possible it wouldn't be so easy without him already being turned on and truthfully entirely too eager even without the toys-- the sentence just gives proper, acceptable context for what he's already feeling and he accepts it without further thought,

"Fuck me," he follows it with, his voice hitting a tremulous little pleading note, tries to spread his thighs a little more to make it more appealing.

Phillip lets him push back on that finger, the slightest bit of stretch and pressure for him to take himself on, though not near enough for what either of them really want. It's a good thing Gus doesn't really want to wait, even if it might be a good idea, because the way he's moaning and that dazed look in his eyes makes Phillip all the more eager, like a predator who has found entirely willing prey.

The hand with the controller reaches up to caress his face, thumb dragging over his lips and pulling them down. "My beautiful bard," he hums, and there's something dangerous in there, about the way he says my, but it's not likely either of them will really have the chance to think about it until their heads are somewhere more grounded, "I know. I'll treat you so good." He leans down for another kiss, hot and almost bruising as he ramps up the brightness to its highest level, dropping the controller in favor of finding a bottle of oil.

His slicks up his cock with it, rubbing any excess over and into the elezen's entrance before pushing in. He manages to be careful even with most of his head elsewhere, wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment, sinking in until he can't go any further. He waits a moment, just enough to breathe, but the tension and feeling of want is too thick in the air for him to stay still for long, and that first thrust he makes drags them together, pressing back in deep and hard.

Something about that tone hits deep, with nothing in it's way and he moans just for that, the heated possession in Phillip's tone that he should be worried about, maybe, but seems right, right, right in a way that he doesn't have the ability to analyze,

"Always... yours..." he says, muffled against the fingers on his lips, his mouth tipping open and slack with the slight pressure and then he just kind of... forgets to close it, until Phillip takes his lips again in another kiss. He murmurs something that might be good to his next words, but then even that falls away-- the rightness, any of the more cerebral pleasure, everything.

His eyes go blank and dazed and he's really addled at this point to the point that he doesn't even actually know that he's addled anymore. It's very clear that what they were about to do was fuck and he's blindingly aroused and that's literally all his brain needs to make him smile invitingly and reach for Phillip, wrapping his legs around him as he sinks in with a soft, pleased sigh. The way is... easier than Phillip might have expected, not with preparation but with a complete lack of any kind of tension whatsoever, like Gustavain is short-circuited all the way down to his involuntary responses.

Gustavain doesn't spare a thought for where they are, can't really care at the moment, and does nothing to quiet himself at that first thrust, rolling his hips eagerly under Phillip's, though he's so distracted by pleasure that he can't even turn that into a decisive move, mostly just firms up under him, gives him something to thrust against.

That echo of yours resonates down to Phillip's soul, as if that one word could make the aether that makes him up tremble. Gustavain surely doesn't mean that, he'll rationalize later, but for the moment it overwhelms him and feeds his hunger, the kiss almost like he's trying to devour the man beneath him.

There may be some argument to be made here for the field of whatever it is that is disrupting the aether, that with them pressed up this close it bleeds from one to the other, but it's also entirely possible that that isn't the case and it's just that everything about this is hitting all of Phillip's buttons hard enough to forget anything outside of this. The way Gustavain sounds, that sweet, absolutely fucked out smile, how much trust is behind all of this... it's enough to drive him entirely mad.

He feels like he can't keep his lips off of him, dragging him into kiss after kiss and only breaking to take in the glorious look on the other's face as he continues to thrust, building up from a slow start to something more steady. It's so hard to hold back, and before long he doesn't try, near desperately seeking something in the connection of their bodies, fucking him like they need it to survive.

There's no thought beyond this, everything is taken entirely at face value right now, no capacity for reason left. He's being fucked like the two of them have a connection, with something that might as well be love, though perhaps it more than just borders on obsession, instead, and clearly that means he is connected, is loved, something maybe even deeper than that, and he just... responds to it, eager and spurred on, coming completely unraveled underneath Phillip.

Somewhere in the middle of it, he shakes his way through a dry orgasm, shouting himself half hoarse with it, body not able to either properly come nor to do otherwise, and it's clear he's oversensitive afterwards, but he can't actually even think to protest, just seems to accept that as how this goes, and it only makes him writhe more under Phillip, completely out of control, noises never wavering from some combination of pleading and adoring.

If Phillip were the one actually being pushed out of his mind by the device, it is entirely possible that he would be making some confessions he would regret later (not because he didn't mean them, but because he's not quite ready to admit it). But he's not, so even though he can feel the intensity of this, is swept up in the wave of that connection just as much, he's still able to keep his mouth shut. It's not like it's not true. They are connected, somehow, found each other again after all those years and their natures should make them enemies. There has to be something there. Doesn't there?

He cradles the man's face when that orgasm hits, kissing him tenderly, soothingly in the midst of their pleasure. "That's good," he murmurs, more nonsense than actual words, "you're so good--" It feels impossible to stop, hips rocking them together again and again. He likely actually comes first, having had the time to recover, spilling into the body beneath him, but even that doesn't make him inclined to stop, perhaps just slowing for a minute instead. He doesn't want it to be over, though. He doesn't want this to end.

"Good..." he echoes back, because it is and because coming up with his own words is impossible which is the only thing stopping him from babbling a string of them, feeding off the connection between them right now. Why wouldn't he tell the other man he adores him, when he's so clearly adored? But he can't really parse words out of nothing at the moment, but he can show how thoroughly loved his partner is in the noises he's making, the way he reacts to him.

He meets every thrust mindlessly, but with feeling, hands clinging to his back and pulling him closer, trying to turn his entire body into a welcome, his noises encouraging, adoring, pitching into absolute bliss when he feels him come inside him. He turns to a sweet kind of crooning afterwards, when he slows, fingers sweeping through his hair.

The release clears Phillip's head a little, but not near enough to want to pull away from this. He doesn't pull away, instead cupping his cheek to pull him into another kiss. It seems like everything Gustavain does is hitting him down somewhere in his core, where he has no defenses. He probably should stop this. But...

Once he's given them a moment to kiss, catch their breaths, it's not long before he starts moving again. It's bordering on too much, too sensitive, but he distinctly remembers what Gus asked for. Ideally, neither of them will be able to walk when he's done.

Is it a saving grace or does it only make it hurt worse, to not be sure how much of this Gustavain is even going to remember as more than a fever dream?

His noises and touch have settled into something lazy and warm by the time Phillip starts moving again and his body reacts to it immediately, but sensual and slow, stretching underneath him, hands tracing firm but aimless along his skin. He's had enough time to recover enough that he's not oversensitive anymore, just fucked completely boneless even on top of the device and what it's doing. His entire existence is pleasure, now, languid but all-consuming, and his moans are lower for the moment, delirious and the best kind of muddled. He doesn't even try to focus his eyes, but he keeps them on Phillip all the same, as much as they keep all but rolling back in his head in pleasure with every thrust.

Phillip refuses to think about how the aertheric disturbance may or may not affect the memory of this. Mostly because he genuinely doesn’t know which he’d prefer, and does it matter when this is what Gustavain wanted to play with? He considers turning it out, just a little, but with the man so blissed out and relaxed underneath, truly free of any burdens for the moment, should he?

He lets this go on for a bit longer, rolling their bodies sensually against each other, before reaching out for the controller and turning the brightness down a little. “How do you feel?” he asks softly, brushing the other’s hair back gently. They can go back to the other, but... he’s been handed too much to just run with it, wants to make sure.

There's no comparison he can come up with for how it feels to suddenly have comprehension dawn after floating aimlessly in his head for several minutes. It's more disorienting this direction, actually, because with it turned up that high, there's no recognition that anything is or has been unusual, whereas he's aware of the state, now, but there's also a moment where he essentially has his awareness skip from post-coital with the toy to very actively being fucked and whether he manages some memories of what's happened between or not, they're not wholly present right at the moment.

"Ah~," he manages and it's half startled pleasure, but a little bit of a panic for a moment, looking around before the series of events clicks in his head and then he lets his head thunk back on the bed and laughs softly, a bit crazily, but it at least sounds like a good noise. "Wow," is all he manages for a moment, breathless, "That's... intense..." Then, there's a bit of a puzzled look at Phillip, because he registers anew that they are still... very much in the middle of things,

"Tired of it? I'm fine to keep going," another one of those laughs, "Ah, better than fine, I think."

Phillip chuckles a little, brushing over his cheek. “Wanted to make sure it was a good intense,” he says, leaning down to give him another kiss, “And you weren’t exactly up for answering any questions while it was on.”

It does seem like Gus’s memories of the whole thing aren’t all there, and he still doesn’t know how he feels about that. But at least one of his worries soothed, he grins. “I’m up for it if you are.” And with that he’ll turn it back up, watching to see just how quickly it dazes him again.

"Definitely not," he says, to the able to answer questions, "It feels really good. It's just a lot," his words are still a bit slurred and stilted now, even though he's mostly coherent. "S'good though. You're good. Knew you would be." And that's about all he gets out before he sinks under again, moaning all over again as things like thoughts fade away entirely and there's nothing to concentrate on but pleasure.

It's easy to see how someone could use this control for something really bad, the more Phillip sees of it-- it doesn't seem like it's natural pleasant so much as naturally reflective. Gustavain doesn't understand what's happening like this, if Phillip wanted him screaming in terror rather than pleasure, it would be every bit as easy to arrange. The air he brings into this round gives even more rise to that knowledge, though not because it's bad-- but the last thing lingering in Gustavain's head is how cared for he is, rather than how turned on and the way he relaxes immediately, nuzzles into Phillip's cheek, shows it.

He might need to cheek, after they're done with this, that Gustavain himself understands just how dangerous this element in particular could be- it was the part he said he couldn't test as well, after all. He doubts he'd just hand this off to any stranger, wouldn't put this in the hands of the various one night stands he has, but given that he was the first person Gus handed it to he's not sure what that says. (If Gus did know and handed it to him all the say, he does know what that says, even if he's not sure what to do with it.)

He gently pets the man's hair as he nuzzles up to him, letting there be a quiet sort of peace between them for a moment. It's certainly not as heated as it was for the break, but he doesn't have any intention of stopping, slowly building up a pace again. But something about the mood has changed a bit, more tender to start rather than utterly desperate.

It's not going to be a conversation that goes well, unless Phillip is incredibly delicate about it.

But anything at all not going well is going to be something that is a problem for another time. Gustavain doesn't really have the wherewithal to start anything on his own, but that doesn't stop him from being ridiculously reactive. If anything, he seems a bit moreso like this, as though the desperation from before made things even more overwhelming. Now, he matches the pace Phillip sets with lazy, slow rolls of his hips, hands still clinging against Phillip's back but more with a gentle pressure than almost clawing him closer, head tipped back on the pillows in bliss.

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