[Gilgamesh may be a tyrant, but good behavior is always repaid in kind. Whether it was purposeful or not, Gilgamesh rewards that softer with the brush of a kiss to Masamune's forehead. It may be false, it may just be to butter him up for all that will follow, and Masamune may know that, but in the moment it will feel earnest. And maybe it is.
But maybe it isn't.]
It was not a matter of choice. I was not born, but made. Like you samurai are forged in war and in strife, I was forged by the chains of destiny.
[That much is an honest answer. Gilgamesh can conceal and hide things, but to call him a liar is not quite true.]
Of course, I also broke them. But in part I cannot help who and what I am.
[ Made, huh? Sounds like a worse situation than he himself ever was in.
Of course, Masamune doesn't really know that much about Gilgamesh and seeing that truly hateful and bitter side will be quite an experience if that day has to come; but , for the meantime he can think much less severe actions in terms of consequence than what Gilgamesh's world really went through.
[ he's a little jealous. That's been said to be the best way to live. He's been slowly learning, but ... it's hard... especially letting go of that one incident that still plagues him.
Masamune's advantage is that he's accepted it, though. So it's easy to recall, easy to have nightmares about but still move on as if it all thoughts of it have been put to rest in the past along with the actual event.
The head bump surprises him... for someone who he feels has a perfect setup for being lonely, he sure is incredibly affectionate-- or better yet he knows what it entails. He wonders about asking a little more, to try and find where Gilgamesh could have a similar lonely childhood but grow up so much ... warmer than Masamune has ever managed to be.
Or maybe he's just really good at acting. He's probably had a long time to get it right.
A little flustered from the affectionate touch of their heads, he rotates his cup to swirl about the contents inside of it to try and get his mind off it and hopefully get any visible burning of cheeks to go away.
look after me? ]
—from what?
[ wrong question, geez. ] ...nevermind, I actually meant to ask what you think of this place.
Gilgamesh brushes past the subject quickly and shoots Masamune a pointed look. Not angry with him specifically, per se, but annoyed at his circumstances.]
It's dreadful. Certainly, one can indulge themselves in liquor, sex, and sin... but I could manage as much from home. And it is a great crime to accost the King, tearing him from his rightful throne and bringing him here. I would punish the lot of this Covenant, but their stronghold has a curious habit of repairing itself.
[Gilgamesh raises his goblet of wine in a mock toast, before downing it at all.]
So if your warrior's heart was planning some sort of rebellion, spare yourself the trouble. For now, enjoy what you can. And who you can.
Well, considering I'm not usually much of an obedient guy, I'll make sure to do my best to not let it become anything else.
[ his voice is light and playful he speaks absentmindedly—which is understandable with how his head feels from consuming the wine. Still, he does somewhere on the very edges of his mind find a slight wonder if he should be wary of that kind of thing said...? It doesn't ultimately matter because he'll soon forget it, anyway. The chances of him remembering a detail like that once off the effects of wine and whatever else are very very... low.
He sets this empty goblet down, using the flat of his palm across its open mouth to hold it steady despite not being on a flat surface. ]
—But, I think I can obey this time around. [ he offers a glance towards the king, a half-smirk touching the edges of his lips before before giving a weak shrug. ] Unless you were hoping for otherwise?
[ he might as well know ahead of time if there were any expectations when first propositioning him if he's going to go along with this. Admittedly, just thinking about it in casual passing is a little bit bothersome as it nudges at his already elevated desire. How annoying. ]
[Not that he says it as an insult... it's more of just a reminder that he's well-aware of the nature of Masamune's people. Defiant to their last breath, rebellion beat fierce in this blood. In fact, Gilgamesh has no doubts if he revealed his true nature the samurai would fight him tooth and nail, just to preserve any semblance of dignity, just to ensure that fragile thing known as pride remained in-tact. As if it even mattered. As if Gilgamesh ever heeded any words like no, don't.
Gilgamesh leans in to nip at the edge of Masamune's lip, an invitation to a deeper kiss if he chooses to pursue it.]
Regardless, let us enjoy ourselves. In this case, if the world wills it, I can abide.
[Far be it for Gilgamesh to ever refuse the siren's song that was damn good sex. Virgin or not, that's what this promised to be.]
[ He's pretty sure this is dangerous stuff. Anything way too alluring usually is, and that means Gilgamesh has to be on the top of a list like that. (It's just he doesn't realize just how intense danger can get.)
Besides, it's so easy right now to just give in, and with his nudge being responded to with the bit of physical contact, he likes the idea of doing exactly that. There's always excitement to get a positive response, and this seems like a really good one that he'd be an idiot to slight by letting it pass by. He agreed to it, already, there's no point for any part of his subconscious to try and stop an already committed young warlord. (So, he likes the hues reds and golds and orange-yellows. So, he likes it hotter than hot. So, he plays with the fiercest of fires --an alluringly passionate tiger, a beautiful and powerful king.)
Getting burned is par for the course.
So, of course he deepens the kiss, of course he is going to pursue acting on what he's offering to the other.
A great many things prick his senses in alarm for him to assess better (really, Masamune, you aren't paying this guy coin for services, shouldn't you concerned about a potentially bigger picture here?), but they don't reach him consciously. Not with having ingested a more concentrated amount of the drug hiding in the mist temporarily clinging to the snow, not with the wine consumed, and certainly not this odd attraction Masamune has to danger. One might say it's his hoping that this isn't what it seems, but regardless of his true thoughts, it's very obvious he's hooked for moment and many moments beyond it. This dragon has decided to let its guard down. So, of course he deepens the kiss, of course he is going to pursue to act on what he's offering to the other.
Anyone who says that in his current position—with these circumstances, with this man—they wouldn't have done exactly the same, is one hell of a goddamn liar, anyway. ]
Edited (just kidding ; and then actually I saw a typo ) 2017-02-09 17:19 (UTC)
[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.]
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But maybe it isn't.]
It was not a matter of choice. I was not born, but made. Like you samurai are forged in war and in strife, I was forged by the chains of destiny.
[That much is an honest answer. Gilgamesh can conceal and hide things, but to call him a liar is not quite true.]
Of course, I also broke them. But in part I cannot help who and what I am.
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Of course, Masamune doesn't really know that much about Gilgamesh and seeing that truly hateful and bitter side will be quite an experience if that day has to come; but , for the meantime he can think much less severe actions in terms of consequence than what Gilgamesh's world really went through.
Regardless, the young warlord nods. ]
So you don't regret it?
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[Only one, which he would never, ever speak of aloud to anyone.
Gilgamesh clunks their heads together, companionably.]
But do not concern yourself over it. You are my guest, so I will look after you as such.
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[ he's a little jealous. That's been said to be the best way to live. He's been slowly learning, but ... it's hard... especially letting go of that one incident that still plagues him.
Masamune's advantage is that he's accepted it, though. So it's easy to recall, easy to have nightmares about but still move on as if it all thoughts of it have been put to rest in the past along with the actual event.
The head bump surprises him... for someone who he feels has a perfect setup for being lonely, he sure is incredibly affectionate-- or better yet he knows what it entails. He wonders about asking a little more, to try and find where Gilgamesh could have a similar lonely childhood but grow up so much ... warmer than Masamune has ever managed to be.
Or maybe he's just really good at acting. He's probably had a long time to get it right.
A little flustered from the affectionate touch of their heads, he rotates his cup to swirl about the contents inside of it to try and get his mind off it and hopefully get any visible burning of cheeks to go away.
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—from what?
[ wrong question, geez. ] ...nevermind, I actually meant to ask what you think of this place.
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[What's that supposed to mean...?
Gilgamesh brushes past the subject quickly and shoots Masamune a pointed look. Not angry with him specifically, per se, but annoyed at his circumstances.]
It's dreadful. Certainly, one can indulge themselves in liquor, sex, and sin... but I could manage as much from home. And it is a great crime to accost the King, tearing him from his rightful throne and bringing him here. I would punish the lot of this Covenant, but their stronghold has a curious habit of repairing itself.
[Gilgamesh raises his goblet of wine in a mock toast, before downing it at all.]
So if your warrior's heart was planning some sort of rebellion, spare yourself the trouble. For now, enjoy what you can. And who you can.
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It looks as if he'll have to wait until later—if ever—to find out.
Although he listens, Masamune makes a face at the last part, deciding to drink down whatever is left in his glass before sighing lightly. ]
I'll try and take your advice then.
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[He sports a playful, confiding sort of grin, as if imparting some great secret between just the two of them.]
I can accept a certain degree of disobedience... so long as it keeps thing interesting. And entertaining.
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[ his voice is light and playful he speaks absentmindedly—which is understandable with how his head feels from consuming the wine. Still, he does somewhere on the very edges of his mind find a slight wonder if he should be wary of that kind of thing said...? It doesn't ultimately matter because he'll soon forget it, anyway. The chances of him remembering a detail like that once off the effects of wine and whatever else are very very... low.
He sets this empty goblet down, using the flat of his palm across its open mouth to hold it steady despite not being on a flat surface. ]
—But, I think I can obey this time around. [ he offers a glance towards the king, a half-smirk touching the edges of his lips before before giving a weak shrug. ] Unless you were hoping for otherwise?
[ he might as well know ahead of time if there were any expectations when first propositioning him if he's going to go along with this. Admittedly, just thinking about it in casual passing is a little bit bothersome as it nudges at his already elevated desire. How annoying. ]
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[Not that he says it as an insult... it's more of just a reminder that he's well-aware of the nature of Masamune's people. Defiant to their last breath, rebellion beat fierce in this blood. In fact, Gilgamesh has no doubts if he revealed his true nature the samurai would fight him tooth and nail, just to preserve any semblance of dignity, just to ensure that fragile thing known as pride remained in-tact. As if it even mattered. As if Gilgamesh ever heeded any words like no, don't.
Gilgamesh leans in to nip at the edge of Masamune's lip, an invitation to a deeper kiss if he chooses to pursue it.]
Regardless, let us enjoy ourselves. In this case, if the world wills it, I can abide.
[Far be it for Gilgamesh to ever refuse the siren's song that was damn good sex. Virgin or not, that's what this promised to be.]
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Besides, it's so easy right now to just give in, and with his nudge being responded to with the bit of physical contact, he likes the idea of doing exactly that. There's always excitement to get a positive response, and this seems like a really good one that he'd be an idiot to slight by letting it pass by. He agreed to it, already, there's no point for any part of his subconscious to try and stop an already committed young warlord. (So, he likes the hues reds and golds and orange-yellows. So, he likes it hotter than hot. So, he plays with the fiercest of fires --an alluringly passionate tiger, a beautiful and powerful king.)
Getting burned is par for the course.
So, of course he deepens the kiss, of course he is going to pursue acting on what he's offering to the other.
A great many things prick his senses in alarm for him to assess better (really, Masamune, you aren't paying this guy coin for services, shouldn't you concerned about a potentially bigger picture here?), but they don't reach him consciously. Not with having ingested a more concentrated amount of the drug hiding in the mist temporarily clinging to the snow, not with the wine consumed, and certainly not this odd attraction Masamune has to danger. One might say it's his hoping that this isn't what it seems, but regardless of his true thoughts, it's very obvious he's hooked for moment and many moments beyond it. This dragon has decided to let its guard down. So, of course he deepens the kiss, of course he is going to pursue to act on what he's offering to the other.
Anyone who says that in his current position—with these circumstances, with this man—they wouldn't have done exactly the same, is one hell of a goddamn liar, anyway. ]
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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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