[ Courtesans were 'pretty' in their presentation but beyond taking the sexual instinctive edge off, he had no interest in them. Masamune didn't pick them out by interest, just by price or reputation. So, no, he's not used to pretty things.
(Except his mother. His mother was incredibly beautiful, and her cruelty came to match it.)
Perhaps it's why, although he is caught off guard there's very little surprise to his voice when he reacts to the sudden tightening and increased speed of his actions. The sudden jump from his previous movements hurts even though after a second or three he feels the sudden additional new buildup reaching the end as Gilgamesh's fingers demand and pull to force the climax. It's here that he brings a hand to cover his mouth to stifle the sweetly raw sound of pleasure, what with being so close to climax that even it hurting is desired because almost, it's almost —
(...He's pretty sure he's never been undone like this, with him feeling the intensity of every movement of the other's hand.)
With his heavy pants increasing Masamune's body reacts by auto-thrusting his hips against the other even if he can't keep up with Gilgamesh's fingers. When he finally orgasms, though, the feeling cuts right through him so sharply that a soft and stunned (but nevertheless stunned in a really good feeling) sound spills from his lips—as if he's never felt it before. Almost shellshocked into ceasing his earlier movements, he tries to prevent Gilgamesh from touching him (or at least moving his hand at all) further once he's spilled in orgasm. It's a weak attempt, but it is there, wanting to move from being on his back and roll to one side in a desire to curl up and pant in silence as the sensation burns cold and pools through him.
Although the orgasm is not physically a long affair what with Masamune forfeiting the time to move throughout it and draw it out, the feeling as a result lingers and dies out quite slowly as he works to calm his breathing. The vulnerability feels worse now than ever and he just wants to enjoy (and recover from) the feeling without still being fully exposed beneath the other.
(Pretty things are... just the way they are supposed to be to those that desire them.) ]
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(Except his mother. His mother was incredibly beautiful, and her cruelty came to match it.)
Perhaps it's why, although he is caught off guard there's very little surprise to his voice when he reacts to the sudden tightening and increased speed of his actions. The sudden jump from his previous movements hurts even though after a second or three he feels the sudden additional new buildup reaching the end as Gilgamesh's fingers demand and pull to force the climax. It's here that he brings a hand to cover his mouth to stifle the sweetly raw sound of pleasure, what with being so close to climax that even it hurting is desired because almost, it's almost —
(...He's pretty sure he's never been undone like this, with him feeling the intensity of every movement of the other's hand.)
With his heavy pants increasing Masamune's body reacts by auto-thrusting his hips against the other even if he can't keep up with Gilgamesh's fingers. When he finally orgasms, though, the feeling cuts right through him so sharply that a soft and stunned (but nevertheless stunned in a really good feeling) sound spills from his lips—as if he's never felt it before. Almost shellshocked into ceasing his earlier movements, he tries to prevent Gilgamesh from touching him (or at least moving his hand at all) further once he's spilled in orgasm. It's a weak attempt, but it is there, wanting to move from being on his back and roll to one side in a desire to curl up and pant in silence as the sensation burns cold and pools through him.
Although the orgasm is not physically a long affair what with Masamune forfeiting the time to move throughout it and draw it out, the feeling as a result lingers and dies out quite slowly as he works to calm his breathing. The vulnerability feels worse now than ever and he just wants to enjoy (and recover from) the feeling without still being fully exposed beneath the other.
(Pretty things are... just the way they are supposed to be to those that desire them.) ]