[For one of woefully low experience, Masamune manages quite capably throughout this exchange.
Gilgamesh has quickly come to learn that what he lacks in age and seasoning, as it were, he makes up for in enthusiasm and assertiveness. Proud, but not overly so. Rough, yet with softer edges buried beneath the warrior's facade. In a word: endearing. He has equal taste for men and for women, but in his men it is strength attracts him most, and it strength he senses beating within his heart. It is strength that lends the name to his legend as Masamune Date, the Heroic Spirit he shall someday become.
He eases his way into Masamune's mouth rather than demanding entrance. He mirrors the man's own movements, nudging at him cheek to cheek and dropping his lips to nip at his neck. It's rather animalistic, in itself, how dragons really would mate, with grace and with power, with an overruling regality that would make all the world jealous to gaze upon the display.
Spreading his arms, he welcomes Masamune onto his lap, where he might spoil him further. All in all, remarkably polite courtship for a so-called tyrant.]
[ It's still so surreal even when experiencing in motion; he's sure he's had his share of wet dreams he can no longer remember mixed in between nightmares and voids of nothingness in slumber. Never someone as beautiful as Gilgamesh (that would have been impossible to conjure up before meeting), but they always would posses mouth that could entice him to actively want the experience of a kiss simply because that was so sensual all on its own.
With the nudging, Masamune moves in the direction suggested, head tilting for exposing his neck to the other's lips and teeth. Even preparing himself for it, though, a short hitch of his breath escapes him at the touch. It isn't normal for him to openly expose his neck like that: even seemingly innocent brothels were a constant danger for those of influence; kunoichi well-hired to be the ultimate black widows they trained to become. For and between dragons, surrendering their neck to another is quite possibly the most trusting thing one can do.
(And it's so good, worry the risk and yet also so much better than that.)
It automatically reinforces him to not shy away but not to fall out of line, either. So, when he's offered the king's generous invitation, the young warlord slips into Gilgamesh's waiting lap without hesitation—as if it's the only place he was ever meant to be.
(But crawling into the arms of a tyrant is still what it is, no matter how beautiful and polite it is done when executed. Who cares, that damning temptation of a voice insists, would you really mind so much if you were taken and never let go? You'd actually like almost everything about it. )
Masamune immediately reaches to tangle his fingers in the golden hair of his partner that's softer than even silk strung between this fingertips. So many possibilities, but for now this dragon merely desires to experience the heat of the other's mouth once more: the feel of his tongue being able to brush over the king's is both shiver-inducing and self-inviting to continue wherever he's allowed. He's already completely forgotten any warning bells that had been driven into his head like a stake first encounter. Everything concerning Gilgamesh in this moment has his mind and body screaming in unison:
[It's strange, but... it's almost as if he's desperate for affection. Some influence could be blamed on the mist, some on Gilgamesh's natural propensity to lure in admirers, but Masamune acts with almost unusual eagerness. Like this may be the first time anyone has invited him into their bed, at least in this upfront sort of way, and he's soaking the experience in.
You know, for a dragon, you're really cute.
Gilgamesh tilts his head back to allow Masamune room to explore and speaks in quiet tones to him.]
I should rather like to take you tonight. However...
[His hand cups around Masamune's cheek, framing a beautiful face. He really was unusually attractive for a man of his period, who were all reported to be grizzled and tough even from a young age. Was he an anomaly? Was this part of the reason why he'd grow into a legend, the dragon with one eye who could dazzle everyone around him?
Maybe he's been affected by the mist, too. The more time he spends around Masamune, the more he wants to utterly possess him.]
...you've not lain with a man, have you? Does the thought frighten you, that you should surrender in such a way?
[ Perhaps both because of Gilgamesh's ability and his apparent love for pleasures of the flesh, he would never have noticed.
No one would dare approach with such boldness the current head of the Date clan, not even when he was newly appointed and was potentially malleable. Kojuro is probably to blame for most of that, but Masamune has never had a time where he saw a person and was interested in them but never had a chance because they weren't able to ask, either.
So, there is some eagerness in reveling in it, an eagerness to please, an eagerness to get his fill of experience before it's back to not such a thing just so he can say he knows what it feels like to be wanted first.
While he doesn't pause in his movements after hearing the want, he does feel his heart beat increase and heat flush through him suddenly. Ah, if they were at a brothel with courtesans right now with intent to fuck them rather than with each other... he would find Gilgamesh's frankness impressive. Saying something like that and being able to make it sound charming and like a perfectly casual to say to anyone you may flirt with.
It's only once he hears the question that he pauses, actually stopping halfway with his tongue having dipped into the area between the collarbones at the base of his throat.
Two or three seconds pass before the young warlord's tongue flicks up and he pulls it back into his mouth, slowly raising up as to be able to look down at the King of Heroes with despite his head tilted. ]
I'm not afraid of anything. [ mostly. But, rather than leave it with just denial to breach the subject, he elaborates a little more. ]
But I don't know what it's like, so I like the idea less. ...On the other hand, it's tempting to actively want to give my virginity up to you. [ He's definitely speaking quite freely and not fully in his words alone tonight. At the same time though, it's him being more willing to say it than think it and hold it in silence.
Just perhaps don't remind him when he's sober after this.
Still, Masamune smiles a bit mischievously. He brings a finger up to trace against Gilgamesh's lips in idle teasing while expressing his curiosity. ]
Did you have it planned out already along with that feeling of liking the idea? How does my king desire it to go?
[ Gilgamesh best enjoy being referred to in such a way because that, too, won't be a thing without all the influences present here. ]
[Earnestly amused laughter escapes Gilgamesh, both at Masamune's flirtatiousness as well as his ever present bold streak.]
Be careful. Call me your king and I would make you my dragon.
[As if Masamune hadn't damned himself to such a fate already.
Gilgamesh does believe him, though. Believes he's not afraid of anything, or else isn't quite astute enough to recognize when he should be, like now when he's lounging in the clutches of a monster and willingly bargaining his own purity away. Regardless, it works to his favor, so he can't complain if his prey is a little less than perceptive when it comes to these matters.
If he presses now, he'll get what he's after, no questions asked. But there's value in espousing a patient approach. He could turn a momentary indulgence into a long-term investment. Sew the seeds of trust rather than snapping up the first tasty treat that crosses his path. For a born hedonist, it's a tough call to make. For Gilgamesh, it amounts to resisting instinct.
Perhaps a compromise can be found.]
If you take me, in good faith... could I feast some other time?
[Gilgamesh draws his finger beneath Masamune's chin, coaxingly.]
If I am good to you, will you be very, very good to me, when next I ask it of you?
[ Its hard to tell if he's really concerned about being called the other's dragon— it has no real meaning he would assume even sober. Here it doesn't even need an excuse to let it go in one ear and out the other.
Masamune perks a little in surprise, however, when he is asked such a thing. Even influenced by various things to want sex, he hadn't thought of this going past one time. He knows well that encounters like these should be taken on a time-to-time basis. Expecting a consistency in anyone's behavior or view, especially in a place like this where all are displaced and confused (and perfectly corruptible), promising another time at the king's leisure in choice... is more than simply playing with fire.
That voice of his, though, and his eyes as well as how he subtly draws Masamune into his questions deeper just by one finger... the temptation disregards the previously considered dangers like a wave washing away sand to take out to sea. ]
I— ...Yes.
[ he said in good faith. if he doesn't return... this is fair and trustworthy... right? Totally (too bad he isn't aware Gilgamesh can be dominating in both variants of the act. Not to mention there's no mutual feeling of surrendering or otherwise vulnerable state, as a result.
Ah, but details. Young men in an active state of lust trying to make decisions is bad enough, hoping for even the slightest detail recognition... well, you're lucky if they remember at all.
(And Masamune is normally a very suspicious little dragon... so Gilgamesh has gotten him in a rather perfect circumstance right to exploit in all sorts of ways.) ]
[The pact is sealed; Masamune no longer has any venue for escape. Gilgamesh will remember this, even if he won't, and pursue him to the ends of the earth to fulfill that promise. He smiles at the thought of it, though to Masamune it may just look soft-hearted, kind. It's not. It's anything but. His death sentence has just been rendered.
Gilgamesh leans back with Masamune's face in both his hands, as if propping him on a pedestal to admire.]
Take off your clothes. I'll show you how one man pleases another.
[Gilgamesh suspects he may be a little shy, but that only makes for even a better performance, that of the blushing maiden.]
[ The smile does seem like one. Easily mistaken as for of gratitude for the agreement. How wrong can one possibly be... Masamune would find out it seems at some point in his future.
As for stripping, Gilgamesh is correct. Only because of the context it's happening in, of course. However, he committed to this and even if he didn't... there's no way he could resist the need and want for this. So, yes, he is blushing even as he goes to start doing so. At least he hadn't come with Armor—the faster he can get out of his clothes the faster his shyness will start fade. (Again, its the sensuality and suggestiveness of stripping in front of a sexual partner ... well, it doesn't matter. No matter how shy he is, there won't be any major delays in performing. ]
[When Masamune finally lies bare before him, Gilgamesh guides him onto his back and assumes a dominant position, legs straddling his waist. His hands skim his naked form, from the well-defined muscles of his chest, down the length of his arms, to his thighs where his fingers squeeze around milky white skin. As to be expected, his form is beautiful, marred only by that missing eye. If one could even say that much, given that black piece of cloth hides anything truly distasteful.
Gilgamesh finds it more of a source of intrigue than one of disgust, a story for another time.]
What a handsome dragon.
[Gilgamesh brushes their lips together, then starts working his way down, feathering his mouth over his neck, past his sternum, following the invisible line of his torso. Kissing at the insides of his thighs but never quite delivering on anything in between them. He's not seeking to overwhelm him, not tet, but rather get him adjusted to the idea of this sort of contact.
Then the fun can begin. He wants to work him into a frenzy before letting him go all at once in a grand performance fit only for kings.]
[ Masamune can't believe how different it feels to be on the receiving end of this. He's used to the women complimenting everything and overly so, but it usually is more in conjunction with the actual sex. (It also stands to reason being touched and otherwise visually explored by Gilgamesh is something anyone should be overwhelmed all on its own, though.)
Needless to say, his face is burning again and he can't keep total eye contact—he's a one time person of embarrassments, though. Once it's happened and he reacts to it, doing again is of a different effect. For someone like Gilgamesh, maybe it's something he can savor and compare to later, a shy and nervous little dragon that can't seem to be anything but completely infatuated with wanting to be desirable to this king.
To him, this is almost like having sex for the first time again (but even his real first time was far from memorable so this... will certainly fill the void. Furthermore, it's clear he is pleased if the King really thinks of him as such, that his invisible feathers are puffing with vanity. He's taken pride in being unmarried except for his eye despite always in the paths of sharpened blades, chizzled arrows, and heavy bullets, and now is no better to feel such fully of his feat.
That kiss to his mouth is brief but he gives back, flicking the tip of his tongue out to run up over the king's upon parting. If nothing else, it works well to keep the taste of his partner's mouth lingering just a little bit longer. Involuntarily muscle twitches under soft lips as the other trails downward otherwise shuddered sigh is heard from him when Gilgamesh grazes his inner thighs with kisses. He is... getting used to it quickly, but it's also a little torturous, which ultimately means he is more sensitive to everything than normal and thus reacts easier. It's not anything he can hide on his expression, either, just like he can't hide that he's more than getting used to it.
(He likes it, maybe could learn to really love.)
Or, perhaps none of those things are true so much as the simple fact that Gilgamesh is merely that much better, there's that much more desire to do this with him than any woman from back home he's set eyes upon.
(Whichever way you go about it, It's all ultimately really not that hard to imagine at all.) ]
[It's so different now, seeing him lie vulnerable compared to when he was surging like a bullet on the battlefield. Two sides to the same person, but it makes Gilgamesh question where or not that's truly the case. Almost too difficult to reconcile, the thought of a gentle man beneath the hardened armor of a samurai.
But Gilgamesh, to his credit, treats him very well. He warms him up with those little nips and bites then moves onto his cock, indulging a lick from base to tip. No experience meant no entrance to this arena, either, so Gilgamesh takes it upon himself to introduce Masamune to the wonders of oral sex. With his hand, he coaxes a stiffer size from the man, and then sucks him into his mouth for more dedicated service.
Despite being a tyrant, a proud soul who dominated others freely, Gilgamesh had no issue pleasing his partners in this way. It is by no means an act of submission; rather, it's the exact opposite, a form of control. If Masamune thought himself helpless before, surely it's only worsened now.
Surely he'll become addicted, as Gilgamesh desires, and crave him above all others.]
Ma-sa-mu-ne.
[He whispers his name, syllable by syllable, in between steady sucks, pulling him in and out. Like a mantra, like a lullaby, like a curse.]
[ Already, he sees the difference in control. He can't... even pretend that Gilgamesh is "servicing" versus "conditioning". Hearing his name said like it in between everything causes him to have his fingers dig and twist until they are taut with the fabric both in pleasure and in an attempt to mentally resist drowning any further.
...This is unfair. After this, how care he desire anything less than this perfect man? Don't do this to him. ]
Nn... h...ple...as...e... I—nee...ah...n...
[ —He's really so pretty to look at, though, even with cock in his mouth. If he asks him to go faster, he'll lose the sight.
(He wants to get off, though, not be teased. Not be further put under, because yes, he sees what Gilgamesh is trying to weave but he's far too gone to do anything about it. That doesn't mean he wants Gilgamesh messing with him so bad he becomes a slave because he can't get enough of him.
None of this has ever been his choice, that distant voice soothes as it suddenly feels like it's whispering over his shoulder looking on at the same sight he is. It's best to follow the wishes and enjoy this, how it feels, and who he is with—his body is too far gone, anyway, for resisting to be anything beyond his own thoughts-- at least until he goes crazy from hearing himself in nothing but pleasure as he indulges endlessly in it.)
This really is like a spell, a hypnotism, a curse. It's as if it's literally training him that this is the way to do it, the way to make sure Gilgamesh is always pleased with these actions and he thus takes to commit them to memory. To see a dragon subdued by any man--be they part divine or not--is a rare sight. It's a state they would never willingly fall into. It is also a state that very few would ever wish not to see them in for their sensuality and presentation of their lust.
Masamune is good to not overreact, but he doesn't try to stifle any soft moans or other sounds of pleasure, either. It feels good, so good, why shouldn't he let it go unknown? He watches now from his position: head tilted to one side, cheek pressed into the pillows, his gaze clouded with lust and his breathing heavy as his chest rises and falls in consistency with his aroused state and heart rate. All in all, an attractive little presentation, especially considering if Gilgamesh retreated, it's accompanied by a hard cock that makes no attempt to conceal itself and its hard swollen state. He is at a plateau of being further sexually stimulated, but he's just where anyone would want him, desperate enough to do almost anything to continuing feeling good (and even more to to be pushed over the edge) but not so into his own pleasures state that he cares only to get himself off and disregards everything for the high.
His fingertips reach out and caresses the side of the king's face before sinking into gold locks that he subsequently presses his nails into to scrape gently against the scalp.]
Your hair... face... everything is so pretty...
[ His voice is breathless, completely dazed but very much grounded in the moment and still craving nevertheless. Even with mixed saliva and precum at Gilgamesh's mouth—he'd love the opportunities to lick him clean.
It's then that he lifts one leg to bend only at the knee to bring down his foot to use his big toe that is curled downward and drag the nail down Gilgamesh's lower back and further like a single claw. It isn't meant to hurt and doesn't instead simply adding enticing contact with his partner at the distance he is. (If only he had a tail, Gilgamesh would undoubtedly enjoy the benefits of quite a bit more caressing touch, that much is assured.) It may or may not be obvious to the king—Masamune is awfully inexperienced, after all—that while these things may be part of a natural instinct, they are being done instead as a direct mimicking of Gilgamesh's technique of idle touching while playing conquistador with whomever he's entertaining and seducing . The young warlord has no idea if the other will like it, but he is testing waters. What is fully instinctual is the dragon-like execution—it's just a coincidence that Gilgamesh might find it particularly favored for his fondness of them.
It's surely intriguing behavior with his inexperience yet edging about an almost innocent helplessness with a far less innocent intent. Did he totally crack? Not yet, but while he may blush or otherwise through the rest of this, it will not be because sex with this man is still him shy away at the thought, anymore.
Did the king want to pursue one versus the other? Or did he seek the strange execution of both?
(It's coincidental instinct, but surely it doesn't always have to be.) ]
Words he's certainly heard before, but get him to pause nonetheless. Draw back a little, sit up and stare down at the panting face of the dragon he's rendered so vulnerable. He's heard the words before but only rarely have they sounded so earnest and so desperate, so very much like Masamune has no idea how to even remotely handle the man who's brought him to this point. A man who could wield six swords as a time without issue, but could not be "wielded" in turn with nearly the same skill.
It brings a smile to his face without him ever evening realizing it—so does the use of his toe like a claw, which endears him—as he reaches to touch his cheek.]
You're not accustomed to pretty things, are you?
[Not from such an ugly place and an ugly time. Gilgamesh doesn't doubt he's encountered courtesans before, but he's beginning to suspect he had no idea how to handle them, either. That anything sexual hovered just outside his periphery and beyond his understanding. Not a literal virgin, but perhaps one in every other regard.
His hand drops to take hold of his cock again, slowly but surely guiding him towards climax with every calculated pump.]
It is alright, little dragon. But, perhaps from this point on, you might understand...
[His eyes narrow as his grip tightens and his fingers hasten, almost cruelly quick in their motions.]
...this is the sort of treasure you have always deserved to claim.
[ Courtesans were 'pretty' in their presentation but beyond taking the sexual instinctive edge off, he had no interest in them. Masamune didn't pick them out by interest, just by price or reputation. So, no, he's not used to pretty things.
(Except his mother. His mother was incredibly beautiful, and her cruelty came to match it.)
Perhaps it's why, although he is caught off guard there's very little surprise to his voice when he reacts to the sudden tightening and increased speed of his actions. The sudden jump from his previous movements hurts even though after a second or three he feels the sudden additional new buildup reaching the end as Gilgamesh's fingers demand and pull to force the climax. It's here that he brings a hand to cover his mouth to stifle the sweetly raw sound of pleasure, what with being so close to climax that even it hurting is desired because almost, it's almost —
(...He's pretty sure he's never been undone like this, with him feeling the intensity of every movement of the other's hand.)
With his heavy pants increasing Masamune's body reacts by auto-thrusting his hips against the other even if he can't keep up with Gilgamesh's fingers. When he finally orgasms, though, the feeling cuts right through him so sharply that a soft and stunned (but nevertheless stunned in a really good feeling) sound spills from his lips—as if he's never felt it before. Almost shellshocked into ceasing his earlier movements, he tries to prevent Gilgamesh from touching him (or at least moving his hand at all) further once he's spilled in orgasm. It's a weak attempt, but it is there, wanting to move from being on his back and roll to one side in a desire to curl up and pant in silence as the sensation burns cold and pools through him.
Although the orgasm is not physically a long affair what with Masamune forfeiting the time to move throughout it and draw it out, the feeling as a result lingers and dies out quite slowly as he works to calm his breathing. The vulnerability feels worse now than ever and he just wants to enjoy (and recover from) the feeling without still being fully exposed beneath the other.
(Pretty things are... just the way they are supposed to be to those that desire them.) ]
[Gilgamesh guesstimates it to be his second or third orgasm at the very most, outside the realm of self-pleasuring. He reacts as if embarrassed, folds into himself as if expecting attack. It straddles the line between cute and unfortunate, that he should feel the need to hide his throes of pleasure from the world. But in this, at least, Gilgamesh would always be a patient teacher, so he watches over him dutifully until his breath has finally settled and his heaving body has calmed.
And then, quietly, without incident, he too rolls over, to Masamune's opposite side. He brings their foreheads together, two red eyes regarding Masamune's one with curiosity. He finds Masamune's hand and draws it to his own chest, splays the fingers to coax them to tug the ties of his robes free.
It's Masamune's turn to explore, and explore he should. It's the only way he'll learn.]
Touch me?
[Half a request, half a command. It's not all selflessness on Gilgamesh's part; he wants his share of the pleasure as well. He kisses at each knuckle of Masamune's hand, mouths over the tips of his fingers playfully, then looks up with encouragement to his pupil.]
Think of me as a sword. Something to be admired, to be tended with care.
[Pretty things are just the way they are supposed to be to those that desire them: avenues of worship to the utterly unworthy.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ There is the slightest pause from the sigh, more curious perhaps than actually thinking he may have to pause. Anything with that becomes lost with him being pulled by the other, though, and surely Gilgamesh will be able to feel the curve of a smile against his skin at the body language and action itself before the running of Masamune's tongue along the same area continues and then flutters to more sensitive pressing areas.
With hands continuing and Masamune unable to visually observe Gilgamesh's body while entertaining elsewhere, it turns into him using his touch to familiarize himself with such perfection. Instinctively, his mind files little details away for later. For now, though, he's happy to give all his attention to this king, his mouth continuing to lick and bite and kiss such a sensitive and precious area while his hands explore at large. Soon enough, one of them reaches to dip between legs and push aside any undergarment still in the way to expose the man beneath him. Quick to take it in his hand to also get a feel for it, he only shifts his body to be able to purposefully brush their cocks together once before starting to actually touch him in earnest.
It seems Masamune is quite good at multitasking between his fingers and mouth, considering he keeps them both providing without compromising one another. He's certainly eager to please, Gilgamesh will find, and quite insistent on making that pleasing experience worth it.
(This is far from what he can fully offer, though. He's just getting started.) ]
[Gilgamesh whines a little at the hand between his legs, at cock touching cock for only the briefest of moments before he's denied again. A telling red tints his cheeks as he turns his head away, like Masamune did following orgasm. Not in embarrassment, exactly, but in an attempt to stifle his own reactions from dipping into the territory of overwhelming. An easy thing to do when you're literally programmed to respond to every sensory stimuli.
His hips shift and start to move, up and down, angling for the spaces between Masamune's fingers. He's not above fucking his hand outright, which is essentially what he tries to do for the sake of friction. Half his grip tightens in the sheets beneath him, the other in Masamune's hair, used as an anchor to push him along. His legs, meanwhile, open freely to him, wrapping around and reeling him in. Even for one of his domineering nature, pleasure is pleasure, be it on the giving or receiving end.
And he is more than prepared to receive. His dragon isn't lacking in that department in any regard, so it would be fair to say he might be the slightest bit excited for it.]
[ Masamune lets him fuck his hand for that friction. In fact, for the moment he even changes the way he caresses the other, curling his hand in to create a tighter circle about his length to add to the sensation. When Gilgamesh thrusts up, the young warlord pushes down the cock's length. When he rears back, Masamune's hand rises, sometimes only an inch from the head before meeting the king once more. Sometimes, too, in an unpredictable pattern, he squeezes about it as it thrusts back fully into his fingers again.
And even rarer, when he squeezes, he bites again at the neck where the human pulse can normally be felt as the artery is so close to the flesh. He doesn't bite anywhere near hard enough to break the skin, just have the Servant really be able to feel practically from beneath it.
The sounds Gilgamesh makes are welcome, too, and he encourages them with whispered compliments (even if he knows he doesn't need to encourage the other). ]
[The bite incenses Gilgamesh, and he makes a sudden grab for Masamune, then, for the rear of his head to pull him—force him—back to his neck. He went easy, but as it turns out it's the opposite of what the King wants. He wants skin to be broken. He wants blood to be shed. It's blood that brings him to frenzy, blood that drives him wild. Blood that tastes as good as the wine he offered to the man and then some. It is a gift, and as such Gilgamesh expects it to be accepted.
Huffing and puffing, he tries not to tip his hand, but it's obvious even to a "virgin" that he's gotten himself all worked up with only one obvious place to go. He pushes back at Masamune, arches, and basically acts as an animal might when signaling receptiveness. He's ready to go and he's ready to go now which clearly means Masamune must be, too.
Masamune may be one of the few to ever learn that the King of Heroes could actually be quite cute in coitus, depending on his partner.]
[ That works, but words also do, as well, he probably would be thinking at being suddenly forced back down. Masamune huffs hotly against the other's still wet skin, wondering how to best give his teacher what he wants without making a mess.
Adjusting the tilt of his head a little he bites down again, this time opening his mouth wider and exposing unusually sharp and longer than most canines. Their sharpness puncture the skin much more cleanly, without the chance of brushing and just having an otherwise ugly mess. Also, really, Gilgamesh, when it's a weak spot for you, you probably shouldn't be encouraging a dragon to sink teeth in and draw blood.
Actually, the way he does it is not unlike a vampire, pulling his teeth out and running his tongue the blood to lap it clean from staining the skin. (But... it tastes a little bit ... better than regular blood, Masamune notes silently. He really should be more careful about what he puts into his mouth.
Although Gilgamesh had used the metaphor of a sword, he really has no idea the way Masamune handles them and if he did, it would probably make a little more sense just on that for a "virgin" to give Gilgamesh something pleasant. Of course, he does pause as he is aware that the king wants to continue forward.
Mm...
Should he do it a certain way?
With a decision made, the young warlord changes his hold again, this really feeling out the cock in his hands. Starting to pump it up and down, he starts slow, lifting his thumb to rub the tip of the head before picking up pace and listening both to Gilgamesh and feelings the way the erecting feels in his grip each time
The best way to do this is the way Gilgamesh did it to him, if this is for learning. Surprisingly enough, for someone who wasn't able to observe from the best place is able to come quite close to the ministrations he received from the Servant. It should please him, right down to the suddenly cruelty at the very end—Masamune can't do it as skilled as the other but he makes up for by this time biting hard enough to take blood at his partner's pulse, to make it really like he seemed to want it in the first place rather then the little bit of placating he started with. ]
[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.]
[ Masamune does pause in his movements, in fact almost immediately at the first 'no'.
...Well... he guesses he appreciates things like "no preparation" being on Gilgamesh's "not preferred" list???
Either way, he lets Gilgamesh return to touching him, and yes, of course it doesn't take long to get him where he's wanted. Getting hard twice the same go around... he's never done it before. So, there's both something embarrassing swelling up inside as well as an almost reinforced feeling of lust as if it suddenly realized it wasn't as prominent since the young warlord got off and now needs to make up for it. It leaves him particularly unchatty for the moment, trying to clear his own mind. What happened before can't happen again so he needs to be aware enough to avoid it. ]
[Once he's through, Gilgamesh lays flat again, lining himself up with Masamune's cock and spreading himself accordingly. His brow forms a tense line of focus as he holds the man's gaze intensely, his own powerful and commanding. It's clear Gilgamesh expects a stellar performance from him, with his need so great and his standards so impossibly high. Though really, it won't be hard to satisfy, as Gilgamesh could lose himself to the moment arguably even more than Masamune.
He inhales sharply, and instructs his partner:]
Go on.
[Ready as he'll ever be. Even after thousands of years and thousands of partners, Gilgamesh will always succumb—and succumb fantastically—to the pleasure of coupling.]
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Gilgamesh has quickly come to learn that what he lacks in age and seasoning, as it were, he makes up for in enthusiasm and assertiveness. Proud, but not overly so. Rough, yet with softer edges buried beneath the warrior's facade. In a word: endearing. He has equal taste for men and for women, but in his men it is strength attracts him most, and it strength he senses beating within his heart. It is strength that lends the name to his legend as Masamune Date, the Heroic Spirit he shall someday become.
He eases his way into Masamune's mouth rather than demanding entrance. He mirrors the man's own movements, nudging at him cheek to cheek and dropping his lips to nip at his neck. It's rather animalistic, in itself, how dragons really would mate, with grace and with power, with an overruling regality that would make all the world jealous to gaze upon the display.
Spreading his arms, he welcomes Masamune onto his lap, where he might spoil him further. All in all, remarkably polite courtship for a so-called tyrant.]
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With the nudging, Masamune moves in the direction suggested, head tilting for exposing his neck to the other's lips and teeth. Even preparing himself for it, though, a short hitch of his breath escapes him at the touch. It isn't normal for him to openly expose his neck like that: even seemingly innocent brothels were a constant danger for those of influence; kunoichi well-hired to be the ultimate black widows they trained to become. For and between dragons, surrendering their neck to another is quite possibly the most trusting thing one can do.
(And it's so good, worry the risk and yet also so much better than that.)
It automatically reinforces him to not shy away but not to fall out of line, either. So, when he's offered the king's generous invitation, the young warlord slips into Gilgamesh's waiting lap without hesitation—as if it's the only place he was ever meant to be.
(But crawling into the arms of a tyrant is still what it is, no matter how beautiful and polite it is done when executed. Who cares, that damning temptation of a voice insists, would you really mind so much if you were taken and never let go? You'd actually like almost everything about it. )
Masamune immediately reaches to tangle his fingers in the golden hair of his partner that's softer than even silk strung between this fingertips. So many possibilities, but for now this dragon merely desires to experience the heat of the other's mouth once more: the feel of his tongue being able to brush over the king's is both shiver-inducing and self-inviting to continue wherever he's allowed. He's already completely forgotten any warning bells that had been driven into his head like a stake first encounter. Everything concerning Gilgamesh in this moment has his mind and body screaming in unison:
yes, good. now more. ]
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You know, for a dragon, you're really cute.
Gilgamesh tilts his head back to allow Masamune room to explore and speaks in quiet tones to him.]
I should rather like to take you tonight. However...
[His hand cups around Masamune's cheek, framing a beautiful face. He really was unusually attractive for a man of his period, who were all reported to be grizzled and tough even from a young age. Was he an anomaly? Was this part of the reason why he'd grow into a legend, the dragon with one eye who could dazzle everyone around him?
Maybe he's been affected by the mist, too. The more time he spends around Masamune, the more he wants to utterly possess him.]
...you've not lain with a man, have you? Does the thought frighten you, that you should surrender in such a way?
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No one would dare approach with such boldness the current head of the Date clan, not even when he was newly appointed and was potentially malleable. Kojuro is probably to blame for most of that, but Masamune has never had a time where he saw a person and was interested in them but never had a chance because they weren't able to ask, either.
So, there is some eagerness in reveling in it, an eagerness to please, an eagerness to get his fill of experience before it's back to not such a thing just so he can say he knows what it feels like to be wanted first.
While he doesn't pause in his movements after hearing the want, he does feel his heart beat increase and heat flush through him suddenly. Ah, if they were at a brothel with courtesans right now with intent to fuck them rather than with each other... he would find Gilgamesh's frankness impressive. Saying something like that and being able to make it sound charming and like a perfectly casual to say to anyone you may flirt with.
It's only once he hears the question that he pauses, actually stopping halfway with his tongue having dipped into the area between the collarbones at the base of his throat.
Two or three seconds pass before the young warlord's tongue flicks up and he pulls it back into his mouth, slowly raising up as to be able to look down at the King of Heroes with despite his head tilted. ]
I'm not afraid of anything. [ mostly. But, rather than leave it with just denial to breach the subject, he elaborates a little more. ]
But I don't know what it's like, so I like the idea less. ...On the other hand, it's tempting to actively want to give my virginity up to you. [ He's definitely speaking quite freely and not fully in his words alone tonight. At the same time though, it's him being more willing to say it than think it and hold it in silence.
Just perhaps don't remind him when he's sober after this.
Still, Masamune smiles a bit mischievously. He brings a finger up to trace against Gilgamesh's lips in idle teasing while expressing his curiosity. ]
Did you have it planned out already along with that feeling of liking the idea? How does my king desire it to go?
[ Gilgamesh best enjoy being referred to in such a way because that, too, won't be a thing without all the influences present here. ]
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Be careful. Call me your king and I would make you my dragon.
[As if Masamune hadn't damned himself to such a fate already.
Gilgamesh does believe him, though. Believes he's not afraid of anything, or else isn't quite astute enough to recognize when he should be, like now when he's lounging in the clutches of a monster and willingly bargaining his own purity away. Regardless, it works to his favor, so he can't complain if his prey is a little less than perceptive when it comes to these matters.
If he presses now, he'll get what he's after, no questions asked. But there's value in espousing a patient approach. He could turn a momentary indulgence into a long-term investment. Sew the seeds of trust rather than snapping up the first tasty treat that crosses his path. For a born hedonist, it's a tough call to make. For Gilgamesh, it amounts to resisting instinct.
Perhaps a compromise can be found.]
If you take me, in good faith... could I feast some other time?
[Gilgamesh draws his finger beneath Masamune's chin, coaxingly.]
If I am good to you, will you be very, very good to me, when next I ask it of you?
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Masamune perks a little in surprise, however, when he is asked such a thing. Even influenced by various things to want sex, he hadn't thought of this going past one time. He knows well that encounters like these should be taken on a time-to-time basis. Expecting a consistency in anyone's behavior or view, especially in a place like this where all are displaced and confused (and perfectly corruptible), promising another time at the king's leisure in choice... is more than simply playing with fire.
That voice of his, though, and his eyes as well as how he subtly draws Masamune into his questions deeper just by one finger... the temptation disregards the previously considered dangers like a wave washing away sand to take out to sea. ]
I— ...Yes.
[ he said in good faith. if he doesn't return... this is fair and trustworthy... right? Totally (too bad he isn't aware Gilgamesh can be dominating in both variants of the act. Not to mention there's no mutual feeling of surrendering or otherwise vulnerable state, as a result.
Ah, but details. Young men in an active state of lust trying to make decisions is bad enough, hoping for even the slightest detail recognition... well, you're lucky if they remember at all.
(And Masamune is normally a very suspicious little dragon... so Gilgamesh has gotten him in a rather perfect circumstance right to exploit in all sorts of ways.) ]
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[The pact is sealed; Masamune no longer has any venue for escape. Gilgamesh will remember this, even if he won't, and pursue him to the ends of the earth to fulfill that promise. He smiles at the thought of it, though to Masamune it may just look soft-hearted, kind. It's not. It's anything but. His death sentence has just been rendered.
Gilgamesh leans back with Masamune's face in both his hands, as if propping him on a pedestal to admire.]
Take off your clothes. I'll show you how one man pleases another.
[Gilgamesh suspects he may be a little shy, but that only makes for even a better performance, that of the blushing maiden.]
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As for stripping, Gilgamesh is correct. Only because of the context it's happening in, of course. However, he committed to this and even if he didn't... there's no way he could resist the need and want for this. So, yes, he is blushing even as he goes to start doing so. At least he hadn't come with Armor—the faster he can get out of his clothes the faster his shyness will start fade. (Again, its the sensuality and suggestiveness of stripping in front of a sexual partner ... well, it doesn't matter. No matter how shy he is, there won't be any major delays in performing. ]
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Gilgamesh finds it more of a source of intrigue than one of disgust, a story for another time.]
What a handsome dragon.
[Gilgamesh brushes their lips together, then starts working his way down, feathering his mouth over his neck, past his sternum, following the invisible line of his torso. Kissing at the insides of his thighs but never quite delivering on anything in between them. He's not seeking to overwhelm him, not tet, but rather get him adjusted to the idea of this sort of contact.
Then the fun can begin. He wants to work him into a frenzy before letting him go all at once in a grand performance fit only for kings.]
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Needless to say, his face is burning again and he can't keep total eye contact—he's a one time person of embarrassments, though. Once it's happened and he reacts to it, doing again is of a different effect. For someone like Gilgamesh, maybe it's something he can savor and compare to later, a shy and nervous little dragon that can't seem to be anything but completely infatuated with wanting to be desirable to this king.
To him, this is almost like having sex for the first time again (but even his real first time was far from memorable so this... will certainly fill the void. Furthermore, it's clear he is pleased if the King really thinks of him as such, that his invisible feathers are puffing with vanity. He's taken pride in being unmarried except for his eye despite always in the paths of sharpened blades, chizzled arrows, and heavy bullets, and now is no better to feel such fully of his feat.
That kiss to his mouth is brief but he gives back, flicking the tip of his tongue out to run up over the king's upon parting. If nothing else, it works well to keep the taste of his partner's mouth lingering just a little bit longer. Involuntarily muscle twitches under soft lips as the other trails downward otherwise shuddered sigh is heard from him when Gilgamesh grazes his inner thighs with kisses. He is... getting used to it quickly, but it's also a little torturous, which ultimately means he is more sensitive to everything than normal and thus reacts easier. It's not anything he can hide on his expression, either, just like he can't hide that he's more than getting used to it.
(He likes it, maybe could learn to really love.)
Or, perhaps none of those things are true so much as the simple fact that Gilgamesh is merely that much better, there's that much more desire to do this with him than any woman from back home he's set eyes upon.
(Whichever way you go about it, It's all ultimately really not that hard to imagine at all.) ]
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But Gilgamesh, to his credit, treats him very well. He warms him up with those little nips and bites then moves onto his cock, indulging a lick from base to tip. No experience meant no entrance to this arena, either, so Gilgamesh takes it upon himself to introduce Masamune to the wonders of oral sex. With his hand, he coaxes a stiffer size from the man, and then sucks him into his mouth for more dedicated service.
Despite being a tyrant, a proud soul who dominated others freely, Gilgamesh had no issue pleasing his partners in this way. It is by no means an act of submission; rather, it's the exact opposite, a form of control. If Masamune thought himself helpless before, surely it's only worsened now.
Surely he'll become addicted, as Gilgamesh desires, and crave him above all others.]
Ma-sa-mu-ne.
[He whispers his name, syllable by syllable, in between steady sucks, pulling him in and out. Like a mantra, like a lullaby, like a curse.]
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...This is unfair. After this, how care he desire anything less than this perfect man? Don't do this to him. ]
Nn... h...ple...as...e... I—nee...ah...n...
[ —He's really so pretty to look at, though, even with cock in his mouth. If he asks him to go faster, he'll lose the sight.
(He wants to get off, though, not be teased. Not be further put under, because yes, he sees what Gilgamesh is trying to weave but he's far too gone to do anything about it. That doesn't mean he wants Gilgamesh messing with him so bad he becomes a slave because he can't get enough of him.
None of this has ever been his choice, that distant voice soothes as it suddenly feels like it's whispering over his shoulder looking on at the same sight he is. It's best to follow the wishes and enjoy this, how it feels, and who he is with—his body is too far gone, anyway, for resisting to be anything beyond his own thoughts-- at least until he goes crazy from hearing himself in nothing but pleasure as he indulges endlessly in it.)
This really is like a spell, a hypnotism, a curse. It's as if it's literally training him that this is the way to do it, the way to make sure Gilgamesh is always pleased with these actions and he thus takes to commit them to memory. To see a dragon subdued by any man--be they part divine or not--is a rare sight. It's a state they would never willingly fall into. It is also a state that very few would ever wish not to see them in for their sensuality and presentation of their lust.
Masamune is good to not overreact, but he doesn't try to stifle any soft moans or other sounds of pleasure, either. It feels good, so good, why shouldn't he let it go unknown? He watches now from his position: head tilted to one side, cheek pressed into the pillows, his gaze clouded with lust and his breathing heavy as his chest rises and falls in consistency with his aroused state and heart rate. All in all, an attractive little presentation, especially considering if Gilgamesh retreated, it's accompanied by a hard cock that makes no attempt to conceal itself and its hard swollen state. He is at a plateau of being further sexually stimulated, but he's just where anyone would want him, desperate enough to do almost anything to continuing feeling good (and even more to to be pushed over the edge) but not so into his own pleasures state that he cares only to get himself off and disregards everything for the high.
His fingertips reach out and caresses the side of the king's face before sinking into gold locks that he subsequently presses his nails into to scrape gently against the scalp.]
Your hair... face... everything is so pretty...
[ His voice is breathless, completely dazed but very much grounded in the moment and still craving nevertheless. Even with mixed saliva and precum at Gilgamesh's mouth—he'd love the opportunities to lick him clean.
It's then that he lifts one leg to bend only at the knee to bring down his foot to use his big toe that is curled downward and drag the nail down Gilgamesh's lower back and further like a single claw. It isn't meant to hurt and doesn't instead simply adding enticing contact with his partner at the distance he is. (If only he had a tail, Gilgamesh would undoubtedly enjoy the benefits of quite a bit more caressing touch, that much is assured.) It may or may not be obvious to the king—Masamune is awfully inexperienced, after all—that while these things may be part of a natural instinct, they are being done instead as a direct mimicking of Gilgamesh's technique of idle touching while playing conquistador with whomever he's entertaining and seducing . The young warlord has no idea if the other will like it, but he is testing waters. What is fully instinctual is the dragon-like execution—it's just a coincidence that Gilgamesh might find it particularly favored for his fondness of them.
It's surely intriguing behavior with his inexperience yet edging about an almost innocent helplessness with a far less innocent intent. Did he totally crack? Not yet, but while he may blush or otherwise through the rest of this, it will not be because sex with this man is still him shy away at the thought, anymore.
Did the king want to pursue one versus the other? Or did he seek the strange execution of both?
(It's coincidental instinct, but surely it doesn't always have to be.) ]
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Words he's certainly heard before, but get him to pause nonetheless. Draw back a little, sit up and stare down at the panting face of the dragon he's rendered so vulnerable. He's heard the words before but only rarely have they sounded so earnest and so desperate, so very much like Masamune has no idea how to even remotely handle the man who's brought him to this point. A man who could wield six swords as a time without issue, but could not be "wielded" in turn with nearly the same skill.
It brings a smile to his face without him ever evening realizing it—so does the use of his toe like a claw, which endears him—as he reaches to touch his cheek.]
You're not accustomed to pretty things, are you?
[Not from such an ugly place and an ugly time. Gilgamesh doesn't doubt he's encountered courtesans before, but he's beginning to suspect he had no idea how to handle them, either. That anything sexual hovered just outside his periphery and beyond his understanding. Not a literal virgin, but perhaps one in every other regard.
His hand drops to take hold of his cock again, slowly but surely guiding him towards climax with every calculated pump.]
It is alright, little dragon. But, perhaps from this point on, you might understand...
[His eyes narrow as his grip tightens and his fingers hasten, almost cruelly quick in their motions.]
...this is the sort of treasure you have always deserved to claim.
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(Except his mother. His mother was incredibly beautiful, and her cruelty came to match it.)
Perhaps it's why, although he is caught off guard there's very little surprise to his voice when he reacts to the sudden tightening and increased speed of his actions. The sudden jump from his previous movements hurts even though after a second or three he feels the sudden additional new buildup reaching the end as Gilgamesh's fingers demand and pull to force the climax. It's here that he brings a hand to cover his mouth to stifle the sweetly raw sound of pleasure, what with being so close to climax that even it hurting is desired because almost, it's almost —
(...He's pretty sure he's never been undone like this, with him feeling the intensity of every movement of the other's hand.)
With his heavy pants increasing Masamune's body reacts by auto-thrusting his hips against the other even if he can't keep up with Gilgamesh's fingers. When he finally orgasms, though, the feeling cuts right through him so sharply that a soft and stunned (but nevertheless stunned in a really good feeling) sound spills from his lips—as if he's never felt it before. Almost shellshocked into ceasing his earlier movements, he tries to prevent Gilgamesh from touching him (or at least moving his hand at all) further once he's spilled in orgasm. It's a weak attempt, but it is there, wanting to move from being on his back and roll to one side in a desire to curl up and pant in silence as the sensation burns cold and pools through him.
Although the orgasm is not physically a long affair what with Masamune forfeiting the time to move throughout it and draw it out, the feeling as a result lingers and dies out quite slowly as he works to calm his breathing. The vulnerability feels worse now than ever and he just wants to enjoy (and recover from) the feeling without still being fully exposed beneath the other.
(Pretty things are... just the way they are supposed to be to those that desire them.) ]
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And then, quietly, without incident, he too rolls over, to Masamune's opposite side. He brings their foreheads together, two red eyes regarding Masamune's one with curiosity. He finds Masamune's hand and draws it to his own chest, splays the fingers to coax them to tug the ties of his robes free.
It's Masamune's turn to explore, and explore he should. It's the only way he'll learn.]
Touch me?
[Half a request, half a command. It's not all selflessness on Gilgamesh's part; he wants his share of the pleasure as well. He kisses at each knuckle of Masamune's hand, mouths over the tips of his fingers playfully, then looks up with encouragement to his pupil.]
Think of me as a sword. Something to be admired, to be tended with care.
[Pretty things are just the way they are supposed to be to those that desire them: avenues of worship to the utterly unworthy.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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With hands continuing and Masamune unable to visually observe Gilgamesh's body while entertaining elsewhere, it turns into him using his touch to familiarize himself with such perfection. Instinctively, his mind files little details away for later. For now, though, he's happy to give all his attention to this king, his mouth continuing to lick and bite and kiss such a sensitive and precious area while his hands explore at large. Soon enough, one of them reaches to dip between legs and push aside any undergarment still in the way to expose the man beneath him. Quick to take it in his hand to also get a feel for it, he only shifts his body to be able to purposefully brush their cocks together once before starting to actually touch him in earnest.
It seems Masamune is quite good at multitasking between his fingers and mouth, considering he keeps them both providing without compromising one another. He's certainly eager to please, Gilgamesh will find, and quite insistent on making that pleasing experience worth it.
(This is far from what he can fully offer, though. He's just getting started.) ]
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[Gilgamesh whines a little at the hand between his legs, at cock touching cock for only the briefest of moments before he's denied again. A telling red tints his cheeks as he turns his head away, like Masamune did following orgasm. Not in embarrassment, exactly, but in an attempt to stifle his own reactions from dipping into the territory of overwhelming. An easy thing to do when you're literally programmed to respond to every sensory stimuli.
His hips shift and start to move, up and down, angling for the spaces between Masamune's fingers. He's not above fucking his hand outright, which is essentially what he tries to do for the sake of friction. Half his grip tightens in the sheets beneath him, the other in Masamune's hair, used as an anchor to push him along. His legs, meanwhile, open freely to him, wrapping around and reeling him in. Even for one of his domineering nature, pleasure is pleasure, be it on the giving or receiving end.
And he is more than prepared to receive. His dragon isn't lacking in that department in any regard, so it would be fair to say he might be the slightest bit excited for it.]
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And even rarer, when he squeezes, he bites again at the neck where the human pulse can normally be felt as the artery is so close to the flesh. He doesn't bite anywhere near hard enough to break the skin, just have the Servant really be able to feel practically from beneath it.
The sounds Gilgamesh makes are welcome, too, and he encourages them with whispered compliments (even if he knows he doesn't need to encourage the other). ]
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Huffing and puffing, he tries not to tip his hand, but it's obvious even to a "virgin" that he's gotten himself all worked up with only one obvious place to go. He pushes back at Masamune, arches, and basically acts as an animal might when signaling receptiveness. He's ready to go and he's ready to go now which clearly means Masamune must be, too.
Masamune may be one of the few to ever learn that the King of Heroes could actually be quite cute in coitus, depending on his partner.]
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Adjusting the tilt of his head a little he bites down again, this time opening his mouth wider and exposing unusually sharp and longer than most canines. Their sharpness puncture the skin much more cleanly, without the chance of brushing and just having an otherwise ugly mess. Also, really, Gilgamesh, when it's a weak spot for you, you probably shouldn't be encouraging a dragon to sink teeth in and draw blood.
Actually, the way he does it is not unlike a vampire, pulling his teeth out and running his tongue the blood to lap it clean from staining the skin. (But... it tastes a little bit ... better than regular blood, Masamune notes silently. He really should be more careful about what he puts into his mouth.
Although Gilgamesh had used the metaphor of a sword, he really has no idea the way Masamune handles them and if he did, it would probably make a little more sense just on that for a "virgin" to give Gilgamesh something pleasant. Of course, he does pause as he is aware that the king wants to continue forward.
Mm...
Should he do it a certain way?
With a decision made, the young warlord changes his hold again, this really feeling out the cock in his hands. Starting to pump it up and down, he starts slow, lifting his thumb to rub the tip of the head before picking up pace and listening both to Gilgamesh and feelings the way the erecting feels in his grip each time
The best way to do this is the way Gilgamesh did it to him, if this is for learning. Surprisingly enough, for someone who wasn't able to observe from the best place is able to come quite close to the ministrations he received from the Servant. It should please him, right down to the suddenly cruelty at the very end—Masamune can't do it as skilled as the other but he makes up for by this time biting hard enough to take blood at his partner's pulse, to make it really like he seemed to want it in the first place rather then the little bit of placating he started with. ]
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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.]
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...Well... he guesses he appreciates things like "no preparation" being on Gilgamesh's "not preferred" list???
Either way, he lets Gilgamesh return to touching him, and yes, of course it doesn't take long to get him where he's wanted. Getting hard twice the same go around... he's never done it before. So, there's both something embarrassing swelling up inside as well as an almost reinforced feeling of lust as if it suddenly realized it wasn't as prominent since the young warlord got off and now needs to make up for it. It leaves him particularly unchatty for the moment, trying to clear his own mind. What happened before can't happen again so he needs to be aware enough to avoid it. ]
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He inhales sharply, and instructs his partner:]
Go on.
[Ready as he'll ever be. Even after thousands of years and thousands of partners, Gilgamesh will always succumb—and succumb fantastically—to the pleasure of coupling.]
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