[ This guy... he really knows how to work it all, even the soft idle touches like lacing together their fingers that he's only seen the courtesans do back home.
Although he is surprised when he's pulled onto the pillows, it disappears quickly in favor of the realization how comfortable it is. This is nice... it's really nice especially compared to the beds elsewhere in this place. Even though he's starting to get wet from melting snow that hasn't fallen off or is otherwise stuck between clothes and skin, it's tempting enough to simply curl up and lay here. Even if he isn't tired, the luxury comfort is amazing.
Even the casual language change is effective in drawing the little dragon one step closer in being completely tangled in the net set out for him. Holding his glass after having tried the wine (it's... really good stuff, probably a lot more potent than what he's used to, also. ]
...I do like it. So, is there anything you can't do?
[ He really does not need alcohol to add to his vulnerable stupor as it is currently, but it's good beyond being able to only have a courtesy taste, so he indulges in it.
(He gets it. Again, this is the same performance courtesans can provide. Alcohol, casual conversation, little by little bold sensual advances until it goes from there. But, even so, Masamune's never felt so desperate and anxious. Without conscious attempt, he ends up pressing his back up against Gilgamesh's shoulder, his instincts seeking out a bit more of that body heat. ]
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Although he is surprised when he's pulled onto the pillows, it disappears quickly in favor of the realization how comfortable it is. This is nice... it's really nice especially compared to the beds elsewhere in this place. Even though he's starting to get wet from melting snow that hasn't fallen off or is otherwise stuck between clothes and skin, it's tempting enough to simply curl up and lay here. Even if he isn't tired, the luxury comfort is amazing.
Even the casual language change is effective in drawing the little dragon one step closer in being completely tangled in the net set out for him. Holding his glass after having tried the wine (it's... really good stuff, probably a lot more potent than what he's used to, also. ]
...I do like it. So, is there anything you can't do?
[ He really does not need alcohol to add to his vulnerable stupor as it is currently, but it's good beyond being able to only have a courtesy taste, so he indulges in it.
(He gets it. Again, this is the same performance courtesans can provide. Alcohol, casual conversation, little by little bold sensual advances until it goes from there. But, even so, Masamune's never felt so desperate and anxious. Without conscious attempt, he ends up pressing his back up against Gilgamesh's shoulder, his instincts seeking out a bit more of that body heat. ]