[He happens to be ticklish just behind his ear, so it indeed invokes a shudder from Gilgamesh when he feels the brush of contact there. Truthfully, Gilgamesh has always been a sensitive creature, as crafted by the hands of the gods he so despises; even clumsy hands would draw some form of reaction from him, as the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen twitch at even the slightest touch. The tattoos crisscrossing his torso glow faintly when they are skirted, a reminder that Gilgamesh beds not only a beautiful man but a divine entity as well.
Softly, he cries out when teeth sink into his neck. Every Servant, no matter how powerful, shared a singular weak spot in the nape. Every Servant, no matter how strong, could bleed out in an instant if an enemy tore into an artery there. It is a sign of weakness as much as it is a sign of trust, then, that Gilgamesh permits Masamune to bite. It causes him to flush and wriggle, triggered by the stimulation and impatient for more.]
Oh, don't.
[But it's sighed, not said, which means he likes this approach—his childish nature just has him disagreeing on instinct. Selfishly, he makes a grab for Masamune's head, pulling it close and burying his hands. His eyes shut, his breathing slows. Continue, his body language reads. The tyrant, as ever, is thirsty for the attention.]
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Softly, he cries out when teeth sink into his neck. Every Servant, no matter how powerful, shared a singular weak spot in the nape. Every Servant, no matter how strong, could bleed out in an instant if an enemy tore into an artery there. It is a sign of weakness as much as it is a sign of trust, then, that Gilgamesh permits Masamune to bite. It causes him to flush and wriggle, triggered by the stimulation and impatient for more.]
Oh, don't.
[But it's sighed, not said, which means he likes this approach—his childish nature just has him disagreeing on instinct. Selfishly, he makes a grab for Masamune's head, pulling it close and burying his hands. His eyes shut, his breathing slows. Continue, his body language reads. The tyrant, as ever, is thirsty for the attention.]