ailingsoul | (no subject)

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. ]

[ he whines and shivers as he's marked again, head tilting far back. he's hard, his throat's dry, he wants-- ]

....Hurry--

[ he hums against his neck, groping his ass roughly before speaking again; and his hips twitch as his objective gets triggered: ]

Beg -- for my forgiveness, insulting my performance, and beg for more.

---Please-

[ he breathes out, his head falling back down with the tone of his voice. begging is an objective for him, and a rather intense one at that, so he starts to tremble as he speaks. ]

I--- I'm sorry, please - Please f--- forgive me, I-- I insulted you, and I'm --- ...I-- I was in no place for it. Forgive me, please--- Please forgive me, a--- and--- ...--T-- Take me. Take me right here - Flip me over a-- and pound me into the mattress --- Until... Until I can't think anymore.

[ -- he laughs sharp and airy and unpleasant, a rush of pleasure filling him and half of it even isn't from his objectives; half of it is just from having Soramaru fall apart in his lap like that. he grinds up, cock hard and insistent under him. ]

What a good -- dog, begging so nicely for me. Fine. I shall be ... merciful and give you what you want. I'll fuck you until you can't even think to insult me.

[ and with that he turns, suddenly, pushing Soramaru to the bed but trying to get him on his stomach with a rough tug. ]

[ it's embarrassing. he's falling apart, he's completely lost control, but he's aware, he's aware he's being pathetically needy, that he's being wanton and dirty and it's embarrassing but he wants it, he wants it he wants it he wants it, he wants to be taken and dominated and ravaged until he can't even form words, letting himself be pushed and positioned at gilgamesh's will. ]

[ he's pushing him down onto his stomach -- but then grabbing for his hips, pulling at them to angle them upwards while Soramaru is all nice and pliant. he shoves his pants down further, to his knees, in part helping restrict him. ]

Your tune has certainly changed.

[ his hand snakes under him, fingertips running up along Soramaru's hard cock. ]

[ his breath escapes in a quick gasp when he's touched, again, a whine catching in his throat. his knuckles are bone-white while he grips hard to the bedsheets, turning his head as his face is pressed into the bed with the change of angle. ]

Shouldn't a dog --- be obedient to it's-- master?

You're completely right in that.

[ Soramaru looks quite nice like this and he finds himself appreciating the angle, tilting his head back to get a good look at him -- before he leans over him, the hard bulge of his cock firm against Soramaru's ass through his own clothing. he hunches over him so he can slide a hand up to his hair, try to jerk his head out of the pillow so he can try to press two fingers into his mouth. ]

[ he wants to make some sort of quip about how hard gil is - wants to say something along the lines of am i that good?. something that's parroting words he's never heard heard his brother say, but assumes he would in a situation like this. he wants to be sassy and opens his mouth to do so, but is met by the intrusion of the two fingers. ---that's not unwelcome in itself, and he knows what he has to do, sucking and swirling his tongue around them to get them as wet as possible. ]

[ there's a low hum of pleasure when Soramaru responds so easily, so readily to him, and he curls his fingers in his mouth -- presses the pads of his fingertips up against his tongue, as he grinds slow and steady against the younger man's ass. he hasn't had someone beneath him like this for quite some time and it's welcome, almost familiar, and he shudders warm against his neck before he pulls his fingers out of his mouth and pulls back enough to slide slick fingers between the cheeks of Soramaru's ass. ]

[ when the fingers push inside of him he tenses, for a fraction of a moment -- biting down on his lip and hissing in pain at the inevitable feel of stretching and tearing. ]

Relax.

[ he murmurs, stopping when his fingers are inside of him -- at least waiting a bit for that, he doesn't want Soramaru to be too-tight and make it unpleasant for him. ]