[ 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.]
[ Well, he supposes this is how it's to be played and he shouldn't really care although he may not understand why the hell he wasn't allowed to jerk Gilgamesh off completely first. He has a hard time believing this guy wouldn't get right back into getting what he wanted.
Nevertheless, Masamune is actually only argumentative in specific circumstance, and this not one of them. Considering he's back to being hard and uncomfortable already, it's enough reason to do it, even if he has never done this with a guy before. He's done anal sex with women a few times here and there, at least, so while he's not totally aware of how to do it just right, it'll help in getting used to the feeling of it, at least. ]
...You're so bossy right now, don't you know that's unsexy? How are you even able to talk so much during this?
[ Masamune can barely even think straight still. Maybe he's more drugged up by things than Gilgamesh, but still. Gilgamesh is Very. Instant. that he Do. It.
Is he worried the little dragon is going to shy away from it?
(If only Masamune knew what a mess he's gotten himself into by agreeing to all this, maybe Gilgamesh would have a legitimate reason for any concern.)
Sure, there is maybe a tiny hint of apprehension, that earlier eagerness to indulge and please Gilgamesh's expectation still there, but Masamune is very... different depending which perceived role he's being put into in the bedroom.
Despite his question, he asks it rather innocently (even though he probably actually means it exactly as: shut the fuck up Gilgamesh you'll get your cock just breathe some air for five seconds or something) and does as he is told. He is only careful on the initial penetration when he first mounts the king (because he doesn't remember all that clearly what it feels like and he's not sure how tight Gilgamesh even is). He makes sure to push inside as far as he can go first before starting any rhythm of actually fucking the other.
For Gilgamesh, he'll be pleased that although the young warlord starts out cautious and not as desperate as Gilgamesh is in his thrusts, that will change quickly. ]
[Gilgamesh says with this a smirk but offers no further justification; the more time he spends with Gilgamesh, the more he'll learn that bossy doesn't even begin to cover the King's erratic personality. He's lucky he's been so understanding, that he's got some wine in him and that he hasn't been as forceful as he usually tends to be. He's going easy on Masamune, only because the payoff in the end promises to be worth it.
Though, again, his experience in sex doesn't matter much when the first few seconds are always the same. Gilgamesh tenses instinctively when his body senses an intruder, and Masamune will have some resistance to push through before he's entirely welcome, so to speak. But Gilgamesh stifles the discomfort and wills himself loose, loose enough for Masamune to keep going until he's sheathed in full. He's still tight, but no more so than any of the women he's taken would've been. Deep breaths, deep breaths, as his eyes flutter shut and his legs curl closer around Masamune's back. There's no turning back now. He must follow through, or Gilgamesh would make a meal of him some other way.
Already, when Masamune moves, he starts to moan. Soft to start, but that will change quickly.]
[ maybe it's lucky for the both of them that Masamune is very intent to --one: Get himself off to get rid of this heavy and heady state (he... hopes, anyway, admittedly, even though he was able to gain some of his senses back and not be so pathetically vulnerable... or... slutty, he uses for a lack of a better immediate description-- he's fine with this sort of thing, but actually taking the way of exploiting himself when Gilgamesh was 'instructing' him earlier... no), and two: get some sort of satisfaction in making Gilgamesh actually orgasm.
Truthfully, the young warlord gets into this much easier and without hesitance, wrapping his arms around the others legs to both keep in place proper but also to be able to make any angular thrusts to try to go deeper or create a different sensation of pleasure each time he pushes back into him. And fucking Gilgamesh is a really really good feeling, he realizes, helps push forward his desire and arousal closer to getting off himself. Also, his moans are pretty arousing and sweet to hear, too, making it even easier. There's very little not to like about this.
At some point he does reach down between them to brush a few playful touches on Gilgamesh's erection-- quite purposely fleeting in their touch, too. He has no intention of making any dedicated effort besides the harder thrusting he's now escalated to, but Masamune would really love to drive the king crazy until he can't resist climaxing... whether he wants to or not.
There had to be some type of real victory in it for a dragon, and that is probably it because he's not so into feeling orgasming himself as any sort of victory. Forcing someone to because they get to a point where they can't resist your actions...
well, that's actually another story.
(But, of course, too, despite not doing any further dedicated actions supposedly for the king's pleasure, he is indulging Gilgamesh at his neck and throat again, anyway). ]
[Thankfully for Masamune, he doesn't need to try very hard. As he escalates from gradual movements to sharper, swifter thrusts, Gilgamesh's cries escalate in turn. No, he's not as precise as some partners he's had, he has no way to know for certain just where Gilgamesh's weak points are without trial and error and his rougher technique lends itself to a certain degree of improvement, but it doesn't matter. At the end of the day, Gilgamesh enjoys a good, hard fuck, regardless of quality or source, and his vocalizations reflect that, loud and low and rather unkingly in how wanton they really are.]
Ah... ah...!
[Driving him crazy may be a bit of an overstatement, but he's very quickly being driven to a point of desperation. His legs are powerful things and they reel Masamune in insistently, lock him into those thrusts. He clenches around the shaft that soon starts pounding away, angling himself for deeper, harsher strikes. And he screams outright when a particularly savage buck nails him straight in the prostrate, striving to hit that same spot again, and again, and again. He even mewls a little at fingers upon his cock, too sensitive, too weak.
It's no longer a matter of Gilgamesh being unable to resist Masamune, but rather being unable to resist himself. He's his own worst enemy, a man who fought the gods but could not fight his own nature. Even if Masamune forgets his promise, he will not forget what the King of Heroes looked like beneath him, writhing in ecstasy.
It's doubtful anyone ever could. Pretty didn't even begin to cover it.]
[ There is a a very soft almost cruel chuckle that comes from under his breath—and it's not anything even close to being related to finding Gilgamesh's state of being amusing. It is quite a sight, but if any others would find reason to be proud of getting Gilgamesh to such a position or be further encouraged by it... Masamune is not either. Gilgamesh is the only one Masamune could ever argue has provided a sexual encounter that the young warlord would seek out on his own. That says an incredible amount. Really, he likes the high, really likes both sides of Gilgamesh he's seen so far sexually. It's all lovely, all good pleasurable enjoyment that one could drown themselves into willingly.
But, he realizes by the way Gilgamesh twists himself, the way he clings to Masamune with legs clamped around him tight and dragging him closer that don't allow for escape. Masamune has very little experience overall, but he can certainly tell just by comparing what he remembers of Gilgamesh's touches (someone far far beyond the definition of experienced): it's impossible THIS could all be made as pleasant as he's watching his partner experience m for anyone. Except Gilgamesh.
He's sensitive and reactive in physical form, regardless of his behavior. Masamune has not been fucking Gilgamesh so much as Gilgamesh is using him as an automated fuck toy for his pleasures. Which means, as far as Masamune would believe, he can and does achieve this or more with little assistance from the partner and therefore the choice matters very little. It's actually quite fine with Masamune, the king can use him however he sees fit for this as he agreed to it and he also receives great pleasure alongside it. Not as much as the king, but plenty more than enough.
(But...) ]
Ah, okay... [ he leans in just a little, bringing the hand that had been touching the one beneath between the legs to Gilgamesh's mouth now, wiping off the sex fluids slicked on his fingers by smearing them against the other's lips. He absolutely gets it now. So he knows that, to Gilgamesh, no one would taste better than his very self.
It's now that the dragon changes his tactics, working to amplify Gilgamesh's own efforts to get himself off rather than independent decide to execute his own. It's certainly not going to be perfect as things are already in motion, but as this one learns incredibly quickly (dragons are awfully observant when they wish to be), there will be an extra something that makes it suddenly even easier for the king to move and get the best range of pleasure for the circumstances. In short, he makes it so it's even more rewarding to the other, knowing he'll have the best way to get himself off. For what it's worth, he really makes an effort to have Gilgamesh achieve as much pleasure as is possible.
It's strange, though, he think, because he'd assumed from the way the other spoke to him earlier, that the king felt the one controlling everything would be in the dominant leading position regardless. He even reiterated the suggestion while preparing Masamune to fuck Jim. Since he doubts this is a unique situation... then Gilgamesh was well aware all along how he wanted this to go from the beginning. ]
If you just told me this's how you wanted to do to begin with, I would have gladly saved you your efforts.
[ he talks not particularly loud and in huffs that are split up words, quite focused on trying to follow Gilgamesh's movements to complement them for the best result.
If this was how it was to be done all along, though, what was the point of 'training' and demonstrating and such words continuously reasserting this or that—
( "Call me your king and I would make you my dragon." )
—wai—
Masamune gasps rather suddenly with the execution of one particular thrust, along with Gilgamesh's sounds and writhing and clinging and everything else overwhelming him, and cringes as he feels himself climax for the second time within the hour. The pleasure he gets he almost can't enjoy, though, because even as it clouds his mind and makes him feel weak, he feels that weird ache of orgasming again in such a short period of time. Even so, all he focus on is one thought over and over.
[It's not wrong, not exactly: Gilgamesh was using Masamune.
But it's nothing personal, nothing he didn't already do to everyone else he lured into his lair. He's simply a machine, made to give and receive pleasure. Made to watch over humanity, made to do battle with the gods. In part, he can only act as he was designed. He doesn't hate the man, in fact rather likes him. But he's hardly special in the grander scheme of things, which means Gilgamesh beds him as he does all the others.
Except he does with the explicit purpose of fucking him in the near future. An investment instead of a throwaway encounter. To that extent, Masamune should feel rather good about himself—he'd made it further than most, even earned a pet name which hinted at some form of attachment beyond a one night stand. All in all, a worthy performance, which the King will remember and catalogue with all the rest. The dragon with the pretty hair and the pretty eye that he traded fond Japanese with in the privacy of his tent.
Gilgamesh hits his peak shortly after Masamune, and does so more than once, orgasms running into each other in a sloppy chain. He's easy to please and so easy to get off, coming in prolonged and powerful bursts. He makes a mess of them both but doesn't mind it. Nothing a quick bath won't fix, and some part of him even likes it, a physical reminder of what took place. Sticky and hot and splashing over his chest and abdomen as if some sort of perverse painting.
He collapses panting onto his back, and perhaps surprisingly, reaches to draw Masamune into an embrace.]
Come.
[He wants to hold him, wants to be held. He's not entirely a monster, just mostly.]
[ he doesn't mind being used, that's just how it is. But, Masamune is unsure about the other part. Was it all just part of being used? Seems a little over the top, though, and Masamune is entirely unsure of what to make of it.
His thoughts are interrupted with being splattered with the hot and sticky liquid Gilgamesh releases, lifting one hand to wipe some that splattered his cheek in the process. That's that then.
Except... it's not, and Masamune blinks when he feels himself being drawn into the embrace. What is he doing???
Once again, Masamune's disposition changes slightly, less confident and now outwardly unsure of what's being demanded of him. Of course... he does not fight the other, but he really does look like a confused pet looking at their master and not understanding their sudden affectionate handling. ]
[ he does so because he supposes he has no reason not to. He's not exactly able to do much except lie around anyway. It's... just he doesn't know if it is good to share supposedly comforting and affectionate moments with someone who more likely than not doesn't give a shit out of the moment they're in. But he's apparently still going to do it, anyway. Because he's pathetic and very attention starved in this sort of way. ]
[Gilgamesh cards fingers through his hair, brushes them over a cheek and skirts them just underneath the line of his concealed eye. Despite the private conclusions Masamune may have arrived at, it is undoubtedly a caring touch Gilgamesh spoils him with now.]
You will come see me again soon, won't you? Even though you are so wild.
[He teases him. It almost feels like he gives a damn. Almost.]
[ well, maybe he can participate in this and not develop some weird variant of Stockholm Syndrome?
Either way, he's glad at least that he did something useful to someone. Being a fuck toy is better than not accomplishing anything in this gross place they're stuck in. With his luck he would have ended up messing around with someone far less desirable and not appreciative. ]
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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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Nevertheless, Masamune is actually only argumentative in specific circumstance, and this not one of them. Considering he's back to being hard and uncomfortable already, it's enough reason to do it, even if he has never done this with a guy before. He's done anal sex with women a few times here and there, at least, so while he's not totally aware of how to do it just right, it'll help in getting used to the feeling of it, at least. ]
...You're so bossy right now, don't you know that's unsexy? How are you even able to talk so much during this?
[ Masamune can barely even think straight still. Maybe he's more drugged up by things than Gilgamesh, but still. Gilgamesh is Very. Instant. that he Do. It.
Is he worried the little dragon is going to shy away from it?
(If only Masamune knew what a mess he's gotten himself into by agreeing to all this, maybe Gilgamesh would have a legitimate reason for any concern.)
Sure, there is maybe a tiny hint of apprehension, that earlier eagerness to indulge and please Gilgamesh's expectation still there, but Masamune is very... different depending which perceived role he's being put into in the bedroom.
Despite his question, he asks it rather innocently (even though he probably actually means it exactly as: shut the fuck up Gilgamesh you'll get your cock just breathe some air for five seconds or something) and does as he is told. He is only careful on the initial penetration when he first mounts the king (because he doesn't remember all that clearly what it feels like and he's not sure how tight Gilgamesh even is). He makes sure to push inside as far as he can go first before starting any rhythm of actually fucking the other.
For Gilgamesh, he'll be pleased that although the young warlord starts out cautious and not as desperate as Gilgamesh is in his thrusts, that will change quickly. ]
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[Gilgamesh says with this a smirk but offers no further justification; the more time he spends with Gilgamesh, the more he'll learn that bossy doesn't even begin to cover the King's erratic personality. He's lucky he's been so understanding, that he's got some wine in him and that he hasn't been as forceful as he usually tends to be. He's going easy on Masamune, only because the payoff in the end promises to be worth it.
Though, again, his experience in sex doesn't matter much when the first few seconds are always the same. Gilgamesh tenses instinctively when his body senses an intruder, and Masamune will have some resistance to push through before he's entirely welcome, so to speak. But Gilgamesh stifles the discomfort and wills himself loose, loose enough for Masamune to keep going until he's sheathed in full. He's still tight, but no more so than any of the women he's taken would've been. Deep breaths, deep breaths, as his eyes flutter shut and his legs curl closer around Masamune's back. There's no turning back now. He must follow through, or Gilgamesh would make a meal of him some other way.
Already, when Masamune moves, he starts to moan. Soft to start, but that will change quickly.]
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Truthfully, the young warlord gets into this much easier and without hesitance, wrapping his arms around the others legs to both keep in place proper but also to be able to make any angular thrusts to try to go deeper or create a different sensation of pleasure each time he pushes back into him. And fucking Gilgamesh is a really really good feeling, he realizes, helps push forward his desire and arousal closer to getting off himself. Also, his moans are pretty arousing and sweet to hear, too, making it even easier. There's very little not to like about this.
At some point he does reach down between them to brush a few playful touches on Gilgamesh's erection-- quite purposely fleeting in their touch, too. He has no intention of making any dedicated effort besides the harder thrusting he's now escalated to, but Masamune would really love to drive the king crazy until he can't resist climaxing... whether he wants to or not.
There had to be some type of real victory in it for a dragon, and that is probably it because he's not so into feeling orgasming himself as any sort of victory. Forcing someone to because they get to a point where they can't resist your actions...
well, that's actually another story.
(But, of course, too, despite not doing any further dedicated actions supposedly for the king's pleasure, he is indulging Gilgamesh at his neck and throat again, anyway). ]
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Ah... ah...!
[Driving him crazy may be a bit of an overstatement, but he's very quickly being driven to a point of desperation. His legs are powerful things and they reel Masamune in insistently, lock him into those thrusts. He clenches around the shaft that soon starts pounding away, angling himself for deeper, harsher strikes. And he screams outright when a particularly savage buck nails him straight in the prostrate, striving to hit that same spot again, and again, and again. He even mewls a little at fingers upon his cock, too sensitive, too weak.
It's no longer a matter of Gilgamesh being unable to resist Masamune, but rather being unable to resist himself. He's his own worst enemy, a man who fought the gods but could not fight his own nature. Even if Masamune forgets his promise, he will not forget what the King of Heroes looked like beneath him, writhing in ecstasy.
It's doubtful anyone ever could. Pretty didn't even begin to cover it.]
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But, he realizes by the way Gilgamesh twists himself, the way he clings to Masamune with legs clamped around him tight and dragging him closer that don't allow for escape. Masamune has very little experience overall, but he can certainly tell just by comparing what he remembers of Gilgamesh's touches (someone far far beyond the definition of experienced): it's impossible THIS could all be made as pleasant as he's watching his partner experience m for anyone. Except Gilgamesh.
He's sensitive and reactive in physical form, regardless of his behavior. Masamune has not been fucking Gilgamesh so much as Gilgamesh is using him as an automated fuck toy for his pleasures. Which means, as far as Masamune would believe, he can and does achieve this or more with little assistance from the partner and therefore the choice matters very little. It's actually quite fine with Masamune, the king can use him however he sees fit for this as he agreed to it and he also receives great pleasure alongside it. Not as much as the king, but plenty more than enough.
(But...) ]
Ah, okay... [ he leans in just a little, bringing the hand that had been touching the one beneath between the legs to Gilgamesh's mouth now, wiping off the sex fluids slicked on his fingers by smearing them against the other's lips. He absolutely gets it now. So he knows that, to Gilgamesh, no one would taste better than his very self.
It's now that the dragon changes his tactics, working to amplify Gilgamesh's own efforts to get himself off rather than independent decide to execute his own. It's certainly not going to be perfect as things are already in motion, but as this one learns incredibly quickly (dragons are awfully observant when they wish to be), there will be an extra something that makes it suddenly even easier for the king to move and get the best range of pleasure for the circumstances. In short, he makes it so it's even more rewarding to the other, knowing he'll have the best way to get himself off. For what it's worth, he really makes an effort to have Gilgamesh achieve as much pleasure as is possible.
It's strange, though, he think, because he'd assumed from the way the other spoke to him earlier, that the king felt the one controlling everything would be in the dominant leading position regardless. He even reiterated the suggestion while preparing Masamune to fuck Jim. Since he doubts this is a unique situation... then Gilgamesh was well aware all along how he wanted this to go from the beginning. ]
If you just told me this's how you wanted to do to begin with, I would have gladly saved you your efforts.
[ he talks not particularly loud and in huffs that are split up words, quite focused on trying to follow Gilgamesh's movements to complement them for the best result.
If this was how it was to be done all along, though, what was the point of 'training' and demonstrating and such words continuously reasserting this or that—
( "Call me your king and I would make you my dragon." )
—wai—
Masamune gasps rather suddenly with the execution of one particular thrust, along with Gilgamesh's sounds and writhing and clinging and everything else overwhelming him, and cringes as he feels himself climax for the second time within the hour. The pleasure he gets he almost can't enjoy, though, because even as it clouds his mind and makes him feel weak, he feels that weird ache of orgasming again in such a short period of time. Even so, all he focus on is one thought over and over.
What was I thinking? ]
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But it's nothing personal, nothing he didn't already do to everyone else he lured into his lair. He's simply a machine, made to give and receive pleasure. Made to watch over humanity, made to do battle with the gods. In part, he can only act as he was designed. He doesn't hate the man, in fact rather likes him. But he's hardly special in the grander scheme of things, which means Gilgamesh beds him as he does all the others.
Except he does with the explicit purpose of fucking him in the near future. An investment instead of a throwaway encounter. To that extent, Masamune should feel rather good about himself—he'd made it further than most, even earned a pet name which hinted at some form of attachment beyond a one night stand. All in all, a worthy performance, which the King will remember and catalogue with all the rest. The dragon with the pretty hair and the pretty eye that he traded fond Japanese with in the privacy of his tent.
Gilgamesh hits his peak shortly after Masamune, and does so more than once, orgasms running into each other in a sloppy chain. He's easy to please and so easy to get off, coming in prolonged and powerful bursts. He makes a mess of them both but doesn't mind it. Nothing a quick bath won't fix, and some part of him even likes it, a physical reminder of what took place. Sticky and hot and splashing over his chest and abdomen as if some sort of perverse painting.
He collapses panting onto his back, and perhaps surprisingly, reaches to draw Masamune into an embrace.]
Come.
[He wants to hold him, wants to be held. He's not entirely a monster, just mostly.]
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His thoughts are interrupted with being splattered with the hot and sticky liquid Gilgamesh releases, lifting one hand to wipe some that splattered his cheek in the process. That's that then.
Except... it's not, and Masamune blinks when he feels himself being drawn into the embrace. What is he doing???
Once again, Masamune's disposition changes slightly, less confident and now outwardly unsure of what's being demanded of him. Of course... he does not fight the other, but he really does look like a confused pet looking at their master and not understanding their sudden affectionate handling. ]
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Put your arms around me.
[...explains it to Masamune like he would a child. A child he may or may not be fond of, despite what just transpired.]
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[Gilgamesh cards fingers through his hair, brushes them over a cheek and skirts them just underneath the line of his concealed eye. Despite the private conclusions Masamune may have arrived at, it is undoubtedly a caring touch Gilgamesh spoils him with now.]
You will come see me again soon, won't you? Even though you are so wild.
[He teases him. It almost feels like he gives a damn. Almost.]
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Either way, he's glad at least that he did something useful to someone. Being a fuck toy is better than not accomplishing anything in this gross place they're stuck in. With his luck he would have ended up messing around with someone far less desirable and not appreciative. ]
...If that's what you want me to do.