[Thankfully for Masamune, he doesn't need to try very hard. As he escalates from gradual movements to sharper, swifter thrusts, Gilgamesh's cries escalate in turn. No, he's not as precise as some partners he's had, he has no way to know for certain just where Gilgamesh's weak points are without trial and error and his rougher technique lends itself to a certain degree of improvement, but it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, Gilgamesh enjoys a good, hard fuck, regardless of quality or source, and his vocalizations reflect that, loud and low and rather unkingly in how wanton they really are.]
Ah... ah...!
[Driving him crazy may be a bit of an overstatement, but he's very quickly being driven to a point of desperation. His legs are powerful things and they reel Masamune in insistently, lock him into those thrusts. He clenches around the shaft that soon starts pounding away, angling himself for deeper, harsher strikes. And he screams outright when a particularly savage buck nails him straight in the prostrate, striving to hit that same spot again, and again, and again. He even mewls a little at fingers upon his cock, too sensitive, too weak.
It's no longer a matter of Gilgamesh being unable to resist Masamune, but rather being unable to resist himself. He's his own worst enemy, a man who fought the gods but could not fight his own nature. Even if Masamune forgets his promise, he will not forget what the King of Heroes looked like beneath him, writhing in ecstasy.
It's doubtful anyone ever could. Pretty didn't even begin to cover it.]
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Ah... ah...!
[Driving him crazy may be a bit of an overstatement, but he's very quickly being driven to a point of desperation. His legs are powerful things and they reel Masamune in insistently, lock him into those thrusts. He clenches around the shaft that soon starts pounding away, angling himself for deeper, harsher strikes. And he screams outright when a particularly savage buck nails him straight in the prostrate, striving to hit that same spot again, and again, and again. He even mewls a little at fingers upon his cock, too sensitive, too weak.
It's no longer a matter of Gilgamesh being unable to resist Masamune, but rather being unable to resist himself. He's his own worst enemy, a man who fought the gods but could not fight his own nature. Even if Masamune forgets his promise, he will not forget what the King of Heroes looked like beneath him, writhing in ecstasy.
It's doubtful anyone ever could. Pretty didn't even begin to cover it.]