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Please.

[ he can't handle the teasing -- has begun to tense again, his breath quick and shallow. ]

[ it's nostalgic to have someone so needy, so wanting beneath him and he shudders out, finally wrapping his hand around Soramaru's cock as he keeps fucking him. he's not doing more than that, though, just that light touch to see if he'll finish from just that. ]

[ he doesn't, but -- just barely. he jerks wildly, the sound that escapes him overly loud, overly needy, overly embarrassing. it's part way between a moan, a cry and a sob, and he shifts his position to lightly brush his own fingers against gil's hand. ]

[ he laughs and pushes fully inside of him before stopping, for the moment, gripping him firm but still not moving his hand, still not giving him just that little more he'd need to get off. ]

Fuck -- my hand. That's all you need, isn't it ... ? Dog.

Aaa--ah--

[ he's all but lost the ability to use words, bucking his hips to thrust into the hand wrapped around him obediently. ]

Edited 2015-06-30 04:43 (UTC)

[ when Soramaru starts to move his hips it moves him on his own cock too and he moans appreciative, still not close to coming but enjoying this regardless, having him fall apart in his hands. his thumb swipes over the tip of his cock with one thrust. ]

Come.

[ he doesn't need to be told to do that -- the touches, the movement inside of him, everything building up to a boiling point... he's become completely unraveled at this point, barely feels human anymore. his cry out is loud as he comes, jerking hard as he spills hotly over gil's hand ]

[ he groans when he feels that -- less Soramaru's come in his hand and more the idea of him coming apart so completely under him, and the physical sensation of him tightening around his cock. he bucks sharp and hard, now finally starting to get close. ]

Good -- what a good dog you are ...

A-- aah...

[ ...words are impossible. he can only make whiny, incoherent noises in recognition as he finally, finally relaxes, entire body weak, heart pounding, too hard to move. ]

[ it only takes a few more of those hard, bucking thrusts for him to come with a harsh gasp inside of him -- he's not minding fucking him when he's all oversensitive like this at all. ]

[ he whines, again -- this time quiet, under his breath. every movement, every action make him twitch, shudder, tremble -- it's almost too hard to breathe, even. ]

[ he moans low and pleased as he finishes off his orgasm inside of him, pulling back but it's only slow, purposefully dragging out every second of it as he lets go of his hair to settle his hands back on his hips. ]

What a good ... mutt you are.

[ gilgamesh is still hammering on that objective -- is still calling him a dog, is still setting of an objective of soramaru's own even after they've finished. he tries to move, tries to push himself up, but the words send a shiver up his spine that makes his weak, jelly arms give out from underneath him. ]

[ his own objectives being triggered -- even by himself -- just helps the nice long afterbuzz from his own orgasm and he exhales as he sits down on the bed, behind him, enjoying the sight even like this. ]

Edited 2015-07-02 09:21 (UTC)

[ after a moment or two, he decides that he can move - even if it feels shameful to feel semen seeping out of him, dripping down his thighs. he pushes himself up the best he can, before glancing away. ]