[Gilgamesh guesstimates it to be his second or third orgasm at the very most, outside the realm of self-pleasuring. He reacts as if embarrassed, folds into himself as if expecting attack. It straddles the line between cute and unfortunate, that he should feel the need to hide his throes of pleasure from the world. But in this, at least, Gilgamesh would always be a patient teacher, so he watches over him dutifully until his breath has finally settled and his heaving body has calmed.
And then, quietly, without incident, he too rolls over, to Masamune's opposite side. He brings their foreheads together, two red eyes regarding Masamune's one with curiosity. He finds Masamune's hand and draws it to his own chest, splays the fingers to coax them to tug the ties of his robes free.
It's Masamune's turn to explore, and explore he should. It's the only way he'll learn.]
Touch me?
[Half a request, half a command. It's not all selflessness on Gilgamesh's part; he wants his share of the pleasure as well. He kisses at each knuckle of Masamune's hand, mouths over the tips of his fingers playfully, then looks up with encouragement to his pupil.]
Think of me as a sword. Something to be admired, to be tended with care.
[Pretty things are just the way they are supposed to be to those that desire them: avenues of worship to the utterly unworthy.]
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And then, quietly, without incident, he too rolls over, to Masamune's opposite side. He brings their foreheads together, two red eyes regarding Masamune's one with curiosity. He finds Masamune's hand and draws it to his own chest, splays the fingers to coax them to tug the ties of his robes free.
It's Masamune's turn to explore, and explore he should. It's the only way he'll learn.]
Touch me?
[Half a request, half a command. It's not all selflessness on Gilgamesh's part; he wants his share of the pleasure as well. He kisses at each knuckle of Masamune's hand, mouths over the tips of his fingers playfully, then looks up with encouragement to his pupil.]
Think of me as a sword. Something to be admired, to be tended with care.
[Pretty things are just the way they are supposed to be to those that desire them: avenues of worship to the utterly unworthy.]