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[ -- 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. ]

I'm --- sorry-

[ the words are quiet, are choked out, but he breathes slowly and deeply, tries his best to calm himself and relax his muscles. ]

You can do that much for me, can you not? Dog.

[ but it's a purr, and it's clear the words are only meant to degrade -- nail on his objectives further, it's not out of true impatience. the pads of his fingers drag against Soramaru's insides as he slowly draws them out then pushes them in again. ]

[ the degradation makes him tremble, makes him whine, makes him unravel even more. it's not even the action of the fingers inside of him, it's not even purely the effects of the objectives, but the long-term effects that submission through them has had on him. he's weak, he can't do anything for people on his own -- but in situations like this, when he's being made to with his body, when it's being harped on and degraded for them sends him into a spiral. ]

---Please-...

[ he doesn't have many objectives of his own that are triggered by this -- it's just the one, but he's bringing it up enough the emotional high is strong and the intrinsic benefits of all this is only adding to it. he's not to the point where Soramaru is, but he's obviously still enjoying it, grinding up against the back of his thigh now as he groans, scissoring those fingers when he pushes them in again. ]

Please, what? What do you want inside of you, dog?

Y--- your--

[ he shifts in discomfort, body giving a slight jerk as the fingers inside of him move in and out, as they widen. ]

F-- fuck me, please -- fill me with-- ...p-- put your cock inside of me --

Are you truly ready, hm?

[ it's less out of concern for him and more out of concern for his own pleasure; he doesn't want him too tight or too dry, his fingers still curling and persistent in him. ]

Yes.

[ he laughs and pulls his fingers out, then, straightening up on his knees a bit to press the tip of his cock against Soramaru's asshole. his hands shift, curling around Soramaru's hips and tugging him up close the moment before he starts to push inside, curling over him and already moaning at how tight he is, still, almost unbearably so. ]

[ it hurts---, it hurts, he really actually wasn't prepared for this, yet, but he wanted it, he wanted it so, so, so badly. the stretching, burning pain only spurs to turn him on more, hitting onto his objective for masochism. he twitches, giving a soft cry of pleasure as he pushes backwards into gilgamesh's cock. ]

[ it almost hurts, with how tight Soramaru still is, even being inside of him for a few moments not lessening the burn of it; and he shudders as he adjusts to the sensation, pulling back with his grip on him as Soramaru thrusts back against him. ]

-- relax.

[ it's a hiss; as much as he'd like to continue he needs at least that. ]

[ it's hard to. he's scared, really -- gilgamesh makes him scared. he's not comfortable in this, and while he's really, really getting off to it, he's still very, very tense. ]

...P-- Praise me--

Why would I praise a dog ... who can't even follow a simple order?

[ really, there's no reason for him to oblige to Soramaru's request. he's not usually the type to compliment without reason anyway. he stays still inside of him, fingertips still curled into his skin as he exhales with his own objective triggering. ]

[ he almost can't take the crashes of any move objectives that give him physical pleasure. he gives the smallest of whines when it hits, burrowing his face into the sheets below as his fingers grip them almost painfully. ]

T-- Tell me that I'm --- d-- doing a good job, an-- d... and it'll help me to relax-- for you...

Perform well -- and then I shall praise you, dog. You cannot simply receive .. compliments on demand.

[ he's willing to wait, to be patient, in order to get what he wants in this case. Soramaru still feels warm and tight around him and he doesn't want to move yet, he wants to push him until he does what he says. ]

[ he shudders and shrinks down even more, but ---- he tries to relax. every muscle in his body wants to be tensing, he can almost feel tears welling in his eyes over this, but --- he tries, and he doesnt know if it's because he wants to be praised or if he wants this to start. ]

[ with how tight Soramaru is he can feel every little bit that he relaxes, and he sighs out with pleasure when it finally gets to a point where he can start to move. at that he rocks his hips inwards, a few inches in and then a few inches back again, shallow and testing. ]