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[ there's a smirk against the kiss and he curls his nails into Soramaru's scalp, just to see how he'll react, before parting his mouth to try to deepen the kiss. ]

[ his mouth is easily opened and the kiss is easily deepened, as the nails digging into his skin make him gasp and jerk upwards slightly. ]

[ there's an amused sort of hum against his mouth and abruptly he bites, digging canines into Soramaru's lower lips while his fingers pull roughly through his hair. ]

[ the sound of pleasure and pain and surprise and disgust is rather vocal, and he turns his head the best he can with the grip on his lip and hair. ]

---I didn't say you could--!

Are you whining already, dog?

[ he lets go of his lip to speak but drags his tongue over the mark after, hand sliding down to cup the back of his neck. ]

[ he tries as well as he can not to react to the feedback loop of setting off one of gilgamesh's objectives. ]

---Hurting me wasn't part of the deal.

You never excluded it.

[ he sounds more amused than angry at the interruption, though, and his objective was hit -- treating Soramaru like a dog. it might be easy to tell by the way he rocks, grinding down against him. ]

[ he gives a quiet, weak laugh. ]

You hit an objective once, and you're already like this? Hah, I guess that's why you need so many bed partners...

Is that meant to be an insult, dog?

[ he emphasizes that with another sharp rock down, shameless, not at all seeming to mind the accusation. ]

Yeah. I'm saying that you must finish early and be unsatisfying.

[ ... pauses, for a moment, to laugh and his hand drops, palming the front of Soramaru's crotch. ]

And what would a child like you know, about "finishing early", hm?

[ ---he shifts, a little, but tries his best to keep it together and keep that cheekiness up. ]

---If you're already rocking like that, then you're already into it. You're easy, aren't you-?

[ he grinds his palm against the front of Soramaru's pants, with another hum of laughter. ]

Again ... I do not see that as an insult. I am quite open with my pleasure.

[ there's a small, soft sound in the back of this throat, and -- ...he's definitely reacting to gilgamesh's attention. but, he turns his head a little, and tries to sit up. ]

....Get off, for a second --

Mm ... ?

[ he pulls back just a little but doesn't get fully off of him, still keeping his hand between his legs. ]

Why?

Because, if I'm a dog--

[ he takes the opening of not having Gil's full weight on him to shimmy out from beneath him, repositioning himself to... crawl onto him. ]

Shouldn't I be sitting in your lap?

[ oh. he only approves at that, smirk widening for a moment while he shifts to make that easier for Soramaru, opening up his lap. ]

That's only fitting, for a pet.

That's what I thought. Now -- Keep going.

[ he laughs and takes his hand off of him -- but only to try to slide it into Soramaru's pants, wrap his hand around his bare cock instead of just grinding his palm on him. ]

I wonder how nicely you whine.

[ he's already gotten hard from the attention and the objectives --- so, gil's sudden touch make him gasp and jerk forward to rest his forehead against the man's shoulder. ]

Why don't you make me, then--?

Oh, I shall.

[ it's stated with complete and utter confidence, not at all teasing with his grip on him; stroking in smooth, firm movements while he tilts his head to nip at the side of his neck. his free arm wraps around his waist, keeping him close. ]

[ to something like gil's delight and soramaru's dismay, soramaru is someone who's... quite loud. he already gives a soft whine, bringing a hand up over his mouth to muffle noises. ]

Oh? You're already being quite noisy, dog.

[ he's nailing that objective as often as he can, adding to his own pleasure as much as Soramaru's. when he grinds up with Soramaru in his lap it's probably still very apparent he's hard himself, not relenting at all with the pace of his hand as he sucks a mark into his neck. ]

[ he whines -- just as gilgamesh said that he was going to make him do, tipping his head away from the mark made on his neck with another shiver. ]

All that attitude must have been a show.

[ he murmurs hot against his neck before biting again, teeth latching in firmly but not too deep as he presses the pad of this thumb against the tip of his cock. ]