Words he's certainly heard before, but get him to pause nonetheless. Draw back a little, sit up and stare down at the panting face of the dragon he's rendered so vulnerable. He's heard the words before but only rarely have they sounded so earnest and so desperate, so very much like Masamune has no idea how to even remotely handle the man who's brought him to this point. A man who could wield six swords as a time without issue, but could not be "wielded" in turn with nearly the same skill.
It brings a smile to his face without him ever evening realizing it—so does the use of his toe like a claw, which endears him—as he reaches to touch his cheek.]
You're not accustomed to pretty things, are you?
[Not from such an ugly place and an ugly time. Gilgamesh doesn't doubt he's encountered courtesans before, but he's beginning to suspect he had no idea how to handle them, either. That anything sexual hovered just outside his periphery and beyond his understanding. Not a literal virgin, but perhaps one in every other regard.
His hand drops to take hold of his cock again, slowly but surely guiding him towards climax with every calculated pump.]
It is alright, little dragon. But, perhaps from this point on, you might understand...
[His eyes narrow as his grip tightens and his fingers hasten, almost cruelly quick in their motions.]
...this is the sort of treasure you have always deserved to claim.
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Words he's certainly heard before, but get him to pause nonetheless. Draw back a little, sit up and stare down at the panting face of the dragon he's rendered so vulnerable. He's heard the words before but only rarely have they sounded so earnest and so desperate, so very much like Masamune has no idea how to even remotely handle the man who's brought him to this point. A man who could wield six swords as a time without issue, but could not be "wielded" in turn with nearly the same skill.
It brings a smile to his face without him ever evening realizing it—so does the use of his toe like a claw, which endears him—as he reaches to touch his cheek.]
You're not accustomed to pretty things, are you?
[Not from such an ugly place and an ugly time. Gilgamesh doesn't doubt he's encountered courtesans before, but he's beginning to suspect he had no idea how to handle them, either. That anything sexual hovered just outside his periphery and beyond his understanding. Not a literal virgin, but perhaps one in every other regard.
His hand drops to take hold of his cock again, slowly but surely guiding him towards climax with every calculated pump.]
It is alright, little dragon. But, perhaps from this point on, you might understand...
[His eyes narrow as his grip tightens and his fingers hasten, almost cruelly quick in their motions.]
...this is the sort of treasure you have always deserved to claim.