[ Masamune's expression is hard to read with him having half his face buried on the pillows. He does not resist, though, even if he suddenly feels he may be incapable of this request. In this situation, however, it is not due to having done it too few times. This sort of thing... pleasuring others, is much more familiar to him. He just... doesn't think it's actually possible to give what he's received. Nevertheless, Masamune moves once his fingers have pulled apart the robe's tied lacing, pushing Gilgamesh onto his back and taking care to continue pulling at the robes further on the way before crawling on top to straddle his teacher in a mirrored-reversal of their positions earlier.
Although he is better experienced here, Masamune still takes the Gilgamesh's words to heart even as he leans down to place a kiss at the center of a now bared chest. The gesture almost seems to be a form of acknowledgement he's going to do as he's been asked and told, and he lingers only for a moment. In that time, he considers how to exactly handle the king via his desired wish, how to do it so it's as unique as it should be.
This young warlord moves, then, dragging his index finger over the smooth and defined muscle of the Servant's body, tracing and wandering idly while he moves up press his lips against one of Gilgamesh's ears. It's then that he whispers something—something pleasant and sweet and sensual, promises of everything and at the same nothing at all that are to come with an almost purr to it—that ultimately gets lost amidst affectionate kisses and licks to the outer ear. Whatever is said is enough at its announcement to send shivers of anticipation through the recipient, an excitement and expectation they will indeed be worshipped like the royalty they are.
With his hand having stilled from idle touching, the tempo changes with him gently nipping at the king's neck. Hands splayed, he starts with one on top of Gilgamesh's chest again while curling his other about the side and back of him. Using his stomach muscles to support his weight, he can finally start to explore this new instructor of his, curling fingers in slightly to leave the nails running teasingly along the flesh it graces, ultimately working the way down. ]
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Although he is better experienced here, Masamune still takes the Gilgamesh's words to heart even as he leans down to place a kiss at the center of a now bared chest. The gesture almost seems to be a form of acknowledgement he's going to do as he's been asked and told, and he lingers only for a moment. In that time, he considers how to exactly handle the king via his desired wish, how to do it so it's as unique as it should be.
This young warlord moves, then, dragging his index finger over the smooth and defined muscle of the Servant's body, tracing and wandering idly while he moves up press his lips against one of Gilgamesh's ears. It's then that he whispers something—something pleasant and sweet and sensual, promises of everything and at the same nothing at all that are to come with an almost purr to it—that ultimately gets lost amidst affectionate kisses and licks to the outer ear. Whatever is said is enough at its announcement to send shivers of anticipation through the recipient, an excitement and expectation they will indeed be worshipped like the royalty they are.
With his hand having stilled from idle touching, the tempo changes with him gently nipping at the king's neck. Hands splayed, he starts with one on top of Gilgamesh's chest again while curling his other about the side and back of him. Using his stomach muscles to support his weight, he can finally start to explore this new instructor of his, curling fingers in slightly to leave the nails running teasingly along the flesh it graces, ultimately working the way down. ]