ailingsoul | (no subject)

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. ]

[ he gasps heavily and shifts his hips, digging his nails into the skin of gilgamesh's shoulders as he clings heavily to him. ]

---Did you- want this to be over so fast...?

What is this ... ? Don't tell me you're going to finish already.

[ his hand stops as if ~letting~ Soramaru answer, his grin probably palpable against his neck. ]

Y-- You keep - ! Hitting objectives ... !

And you dared to make jabs at me, for being a "quick shot".

I- I'm telling you-- that it's because of--...!

What, are you a virgin?

[ his grip tightens around him the moment before he lets go entirely. ]

--N- no-

You're acting like one.

[ it certainly doesn't sound like a compliment. his mouth dips further, down the arch of his neck, nipping along the way. ]

Mmh--

[ his fingers curl harder into the man's skin, and he bites down hard on his lip. ]

---Sh-- shut up.

A dog has no right to command his owner.

[ he nips hard at his skin, particularly so this time, almost like he's emphasizing that. ]

Ah---

[ he moans loudly, at that -- a combination of his masochism and helping objectives. he arcs his back, leaning in forward and giving the smallest roll of his hips. ]

[ he hisses softly himself, rolling his hips up when Soramaru rolls his, his own cock sitll apparently hard from both the friction and from triggering his own objectives. his hands drop to Soramaru's pants now, aiming to shove them down more. ]

[ he helps with removing them, shifting his hips and letting go of one of gilgamesh's shoulders to slip a thumb beneath his waistband, pushing down his loose sleep pants while clinging even harder. ]

[ he doesn't bother to get his pants all the way off; just shoving them far down enough he gets access, hand skimming across his bare ass before his mouth returns to his neck and he sucks another mark in there. ]