[It's so different now, seeing him lie vulnerable compared to when he was surging like a bullet on the battlefield. Two sides to the same person, but it makes Gilgamesh question where or not that's truly the case. Almost too difficult to reconcile, the thought of a gentle man beneath the hardened armor of a samurai.
But Gilgamesh, to his credit, treats him very well. He warms him up with those little nips and bites then moves onto his cock, indulging a lick from base to tip. No experience meant no entrance to this arena, either, so Gilgamesh takes it upon himself to introduce Masamune to the wonders of oral sex. With his hand, he coaxes a stiffer size from the man, and then sucks him into his mouth for more dedicated service.
Despite being a tyrant, a proud soul who dominated others freely, Gilgamesh had no issue pleasing his partners in this way. It is by no means an act of submission; rather, it's the exact opposite, a form of control. If Masamune thought himself helpless before, surely it's only worsened now.
Surely he'll become addicted, as Gilgamesh desires, and crave him above all others.]
Ma-sa-mu-ne.
[He whispers his name, syllable by syllable, in between steady sucks, pulling him in and out. Like a mantra, like a lullaby, like a curse.]
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But Gilgamesh, to his credit, treats him very well. He warms him up with those little nips and bites then moves onto his cock, indulging a lick from base to tip. No experience meant no entrance to this arena, either, so Gilgamesh takes it upon himself to introduce Masamune to the wonders of oral sex. With his hand, he coaxes a stiffer size from the man, and then sucks him into his mouth for more dedicated service.
Despite being a tyrant, a proud soul who dominated others freely, Gilgamesh had no issue pleasing his partners in this way. It is by no means an act of submission; rather, it's the exact opposite, a form of control. If Masamune thought himself helpless before, surely it's only worsened now.
Surely he'll become addicted, as Gilgamesh desires, and crave him above all others.]
Ma-sa-mu-ne.
[He whispers his name, syllable by syllable, in between steady sucks, pulling him in and out. Like a mantra, like a lullaby, like a curse.]