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[ 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. ]

[ it feels good -- it feels good and he's already vocal just from the testing thrusts, he already jolts, already whines, already pushes back in the thirst for more. he's ashamed, though, burying his face into the pillow and covering his mouth. ]

Ah -- good.

[ there's finally the praise that Soramaru was looking for, as he hears how vocal he is, feels him push back. he's much more inclined to rock into him now, his thrusts deeper and longer, ramping up in intensity. he did tell him he'd fuck him hard, after all. ]

I want to -- hear you, dog.

[ it's a few more thrusts, a few more muffled moans before soramaru complies, taking his hand off of his mouth. he's already trembling, already reacting to each and every little movement gilgamesh makes. ]

P--- Put-- your hand in-- my hair-

[ having Soramaru voice his pleasure doesn't help with his objectives but it helps with his own enjoyment of the situation and he's fucking him hard, at this point, able to with the position and the grip on his hips. he does shift a hand down to tangle fingers into his hair and yank, hard, forcing his head to tip back. ]

[ the pain that comes with getting his hair pulled is great -- it makes him choke and shudder, his head tipping back. his eyes are open but unfocused, it's too hard to concentrate on something as unimportant as seeing right now -- ]

---I-- I'm--

You -- what? Finish your sentences, dog.

[ he yank sharply on his hair when Soramaru tries to speak and it's very obviously counter-productive to letting him talk, his thrusts momentarily slowing. ]

[ each thrust makes him shudder. each movement makes him whine. the pleasure that more pain from his hair being pulled gives is too much, and he's close, he's so close --- ]

Ah---- I can't--- take it any-- more--

Are you going -- to finish already?

[ he laughs vicious and unpleasant and airy, but otherwise he seems perfectly fine with this. he's not against the idea of fucking Soramaru even after he's came, still indulging in his own pleasure. his thrusts pick up again and he rakes nails on one of his hips with the hand there. ]

I haven't even touched you -- dog.

Then-- please--

[ it's hard to get words out, and his voice breaks as gil scratches him. ]

---touch me-- un-- until I come-- for you...

Why do you think you deserve it?

[ his hips slow, and his hand drops from his hip to wander teasingly on his thigh. ]

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.