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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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"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.

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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.

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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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Phillip doesn't really have a goal right now, not in the way he did before at least, other than the continued pursuit of this pleasure. His hands wander a bit more, smoothing over skin and tracing over muscles and scars alike, just soaking in the warmth between them. The connection is still there, near undeniable as their bodies move in tandem, as easy now as it was with the more frantic pace.

He tips his head forward, finding Gustavain's neck again, at the skin just surrounding where the collar hovers to work in another mark. This one is slow, heavy, deeper than the others just by the way he presses in and keeps the other pinned beneath him as his hips continue their steady pace. They are still building towards something, but it feels quite different than before.

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It's hard to say for sure if Gustavain knew it would be something like this or not when he gave him the controller. Certainly, it doesn't seem like something he could have predicted. But they're both more honest like this, in a way-- Gustavain isn't able to hide anything and Phillip certainly seems more free with his affection, knowing that there's not going to be any kind of negative reaction for it.

The bite, the bruise being worked into his skin, causes a low, soft series of noises, rich and warm, and apparently Gustavain can speak like this, it's just rare, because there's a groaned,

"More..." perhaps it's just that that sentiment is very easy to convey.

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Phillip is more free about this than he might normally be, though it's not so much about how much he gives as the way he gives it. He's more than happy to get up in Gus's space, drape arms across him and pet his hair and those sweet sort of actions, but more often he's being playful about it. The sort of mood that he could dismiss with a laugh as a joke if it backfired on him. The actions he's doing here are no different than they normally would be, but there's a feel of sincerity to them, more tender and soft and quite possibly adoring.

As soon as he finishes the one mark, he shifts his head just enough to find fresh skin, bearing down on him for another. He's going to be absolutely littered with them by the time they're done, many of them impossible to hide in his bard's clothes, but Phillip can't bring himself to care about that and there's a little fire in him of wanting them to linger and be seen.

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Like this, there's nowhere to go but down, deeper into a sea of pleasure. It feels like it goes on forever, time stretched out like taffy, sweet and soft. His moans are deeper, like this, body clearly growing tired after everything else and even without the collar, he'd be likely to be more floating, pleasure for pleasure's sake without trying for a goal at this point. With the collar, it's almost like making love to him while he's asleep, everything smearing together, dreamlike and lovely and slow.

When he finally does shudder apart, it's without any change in his own pace, any self-pursuit, and so it's likely a surprise, just a cresting of one wave a bit harder than the others. And once again, there's no move to stop Phillip from doing whatever he wants in the aftermath-- maybe less so now with the way he goes so very relaxed and pliant under him.

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Phillip would like to keep going indefinitely, but his body is starting to get tired too. He doesn't pull away just yet, hips continuing their almost luxurious pace until he comes too, a soft moan echoing into Gustavain's skin as he does so. It's almost peaceful, the slow softness between them, his movements slowing down before coming to a halt, taking a moment to just breathe above him.

He finishes the mark he was working on before catching the man in another of those long, tender kisses, tilting their foreheads together and just being still for a long, long moment. Eventually, he'll pull himself out, shifting his weight so he's slightly less on top of the other but still very much pressed up against him as he slowly and carefully turns the brightness of the collar down.

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This time, there's not so much difference between the two states. There's a little catch to his breath that says that he's catching up to where he is and what's happening, but it's not much different from when he went under other than the mess and the jellied feeling of his limbs. He doesn't bother to try to sort any of it out at the moment, though, all of that bright energy he normally carries with him muted and soft, now.

He will shift a bit with Phillip, wind his arms around him and snuggle down just a bit until his head finds the crook of his arm, but that's about all the moving or commentary he seems willing to make without being prompted, at least for a long moment.

"Mmm... worth every penny," he murmurs, the words slurred with exhaustion, and if Phillip doesn't do anything to stop it, he's sleeping right here like this, doesn't even bother to take the thing off.

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Phillip doesn't do anything to prompt more speech from him, nor does he make any move to remove the collar or even clean them up. His limbs are feeling the weight of fatigue now, taking most of the energy he has to lift a hand up, stroking Gustavain's hair as they drift off to sleep, humming a soft little lullaby as they settle into the warmth of the bed and each other.