[Gilgamesh says with this a smirk but offers no further justification; the more time he spends with Gilgamesh, the more he'll learn that bossy doesn't even begin to cover the King's erratic personality. He's lucky he's been so understanding, that he's got some wine in him and that he hasn't been as forceful as he usually tends to be. He's going easy on Masamune, only because the payoff in the end promises to be worth it.
Though, again, his experience in sex doesn't matter much when the first few seconds are always the same. Gilgamesh tenses instinctively when his body senses an intruder, and Masamune will have some resistance to push through before he's entirely welcome, so to speak. But Gilgamesh stifles the discomfort and wills himself loose, loose enough for Masamune to keep going until he's sheathed in full. He's still tight, but no more so than any of the women he's taken would've been. Deep breaths, deep breaths, as his eyes flutter shut and his legs curl closer around Masamune's back. There's no turning back now. He must follow through, or Gilgamesh would make a meal of him some other way.
Already, when Masamune moves, he starts to moan. Soft to start, but that will change quickly.]
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[Gilgamesh says with this a smirk but offers no further justification; the more time he spends with Gilgamesh, the more he'll learn that bossy doesn't even begin to cover the King's erratic personality. He's lucky he's been so understanding, that he's got some wine in him and that he hasn't been as forceful as he usually tends to be. He's going easy on Masamune, only because the payoff in the end promises to be worth it.
Though, again, his experience in sex doesn't matter much when the first few seconds are always the same. Gilgamesh tenses instinctively when his body senses an intruder, and Masamune will have some resistance to push through before he's entirely welcome, so to speak. But Gilgamesh stifles the discomfort and wills himself loose, loose enough for Masamune to keep going until he's sheathed in full. He's still tight, but no more so than any of the women he's taken would've been. Deep breaths, deep breaths, as his eyes flutter shut and his legs curl closer around Masamune's back. There's no turning back now. He must follow through, or Gilgamesh would make a meal of him some other way.
Already, when Masamune moves, he starts to moan. Soft to start, but that will change quickly.]