[In the end, it's a worthwhile endeavor. What were softer gasps and whimpers before now escalate, and escalate sharply, into loud cries of passion. That tender spot which could spell disaster for Servants also translated into serious pleasure when pressed; so much so that tears form at the corners of his eyes and his breath literally catches in his chest. If he's not careful, he could come from this sort of attention alone.

Not that he intends to. Gilgamesh covers Masamune's hand with his own, shaking his head and, finally, using his words.]

No. No, I want...

[Gilgamesh somehow gathers enough resolve to summon something from his Gate: a golden flask of oil, meant for sensual activities such as these. His mind still spins but he sets it straight again, at least sufficiently so he can address Masamune. Even as his voice sounds breathier than he'd admit to.]

It is possible for me to take you without preparation, but not preferred. I do this for you now; remember, as you will do it for me.

[So he's still harping on that idea. Tipping the flask over his fingers, he adjusts their positions so he can more easily reach for Masamune's cock and lube him up. As before, his motions are strong and sure, dedicated to a single purpose. Masamune had already proven himself to be particularly virile, so it shouldn't be too difficult to push him to the edge again.

He can barely wait. Gilgamesh was a hungry sort of man, and good cock was just one of the many things he thirsted after.]