streetwalkers | COLLEGE AU MASTER POST

[There's more held back than this current situation could even begin to reveal, but Kirei's not interested in talking about it. He's not embarrassed, per say, but there's a distinct itch and the worry that his father will find out about things, so he won't spill every secret right away.

What he will do is clamp a hand over Gilgamesh's mouth, and keep his eyes lowered as he goes to pull him into his bedroom.]

[The situation just keeps getting better and better, and Gilgamesh happily follows Kirei to bed.

He's already decided that Kirei is his new favorite. He's fucked plenty of people, made plenty of friends with benefits, but no one has been as fun to unravel as Kirei has been. There's nothing more satisfying than watching Kirei give in all at once. There's more, Gilgamesh can tell, and he wants to see it, wants to see how much he can draw out and experience]

[There's so much more he could give in to right now. His head is swimming with visions of sex and blood and fire and screaming, and to prevent the rest he's decided to focus on what's least harmless. He can repent for sex, even homosexual sex. He's not sure he could ever come back once he's crossed those other lines.

The bed is, of course, perfectly made. The entire room is austere, organized simply and efficiently just like Kirei himself. It's not a room anyone's partied in, or that anyone's slept around in. It's clean and plain and perfect -- except the few and far between tiny, dark droplet stains in the carpet.]

[Clean, perfect, and boring. Once inside, Gilgamesh brushes Kirei's hands away and he leaps onto the bed, shoes and all, like he's five. He wants to rumple the sheets and lay across the pillow and leave his presence all over the room in his own, possessive way. He rolls over, grinning up at Kirei]

Well?

[Seeing things messed up makes Kirei feel a strange itch -- it's annoying, maybe, and also exciting. He doesn't know where to go from here, though, and it shows in the way his brows furrow just slightly.]

...

Kirei...

[He gets up, sitting on his knees and reaching up to grab his wrist]

Don't tell me you're getting shy now.

[Shy, no. Confused, hesitant, unsure -- yes. He frowns a bit, but doesn't pull away.]

This is highly immoral, Gilgamesh.

[A rough, commanding sort of tug is Gilgamesh's reply]

Is it? Wouldn't that depend on the measure, Kirei?

[His eyes go down to Kirei's pants -- yeah, those need to go like ASAP]

If you ask me, it's never a question of morality, but of how pleasurable an act is.

Many "pleasurable" things are sinful. Giving up morality would make humans no better than beasts.

[Still, despite his protest he takes a step closer at that tug. There are a million thoughts buzzing around his head and he's not sure how to direct them to keep him from losing all sense of control.]

We would still have reason, philosophy, art, opposable thumbs... Abandon morals and we'd still be fascinating creatures. Don't try so hard to deny you want this.

All higher thought begins with morality.

[But he's not saying he doesn't want it. He's just saying he knows it's wrong.]

And can end in a decision to abandon it.

[He feels like his head's about to burst. He's dizzy, and the push and pull inside of him is at once an empty void and a heated tumult. He can't think straight, and though he tries to hold back a bit more...

Suddenly he cracks again, and he's grabbing Gilgamesh's face and kissing him again, pressing against him and not minding if they fall into the bed.]

[Gil lets Kirei's momentum push him backwards, and they both fall onto the bed. His arms snake their way around Kirei's middle, and his hand slides down the back of Kirei's pants]

[There's a moment of hesitation there -- but Kirei squashed it with the same ruthlessness he'd use to squash a fly. He wants to rip Gilgamesh apart and see his insides, but just as much he wants to sink into his embrace and lose himself in desire, and that's something that leaves room to recover, so that's what he's going to do.

He's only slightly flushed, none of his internal struggle showing on his face as he runs his hands along Gil's sides to grip his hips.]

[He wants to see what Kirei does -- call it morbid curiosity, mixed with a desire to see what his virginal partner is capable of. Almost purring, he leans his hips into Kirei's hands and stares up at him, laughter on his lips]

[He's not sure what to do, honestly. This isn't what his online indulgences tend to, and he's as clueless as a virgin can be. Left to figure it out on his own he just starts to clam up again -- he has no desire to put on a show, nor does he know how.

After an awkward moment of staring, he sighs a bit and drops his forehead to Gilgamesh's chest, breathing him in and trying to decide what he's even meant to do right now.]

Lost, are we?

[Gilgamesh can practically taste that confused, self-conscious eagerness, and it draws out something akin to sympathy. It isn't quite that, Gilgamesh has little regard for few people other than himself, but it's a fondness that leads him to be a bit merciful]

You can touch more than just skin -- I'll allow that...

I should stop.

[But he doesn't want to. He doesn't know what he wants in all honesty, but he's pretty sure it's all something he'll regret. Still, despite his words, he kisses Gilgamesh's collar and gives into the urge to bite.]

[He gasps, breathless and satisfied before a chuckle escapes his lips]

But you won't, will you?

[He doesn't answer -- but he does clap a hand over Gil's mouth. His face presses into the other man's neck, leaving another bite as his free hand creeps down to pause with fingertips on the button of Gilgamesh's pants.

After a slow breath against bruising skin, he thumbs it open and pulls down the zipper.]

[Even with Kirei's hand clapped over his mouth, Gilgamesh insists on purring out words out of approval, muffled but undoubtedly satisfied. He's quite proud of what he's nudged Kirei into, enough to be more patient and charitable than he's normally capable of. Anyone else would have been flipped and fucked by now; Kirei is special, something that Gilgamesh wants to savor]

[He doesn't have to hear the words to hear the tone. It's making his heart race, and overriding the part of him still insisting he stop here. After a deep breath, and without making eye contact, he finally slips his hand into Gil's underwear and gets to work. At the least he knows how to use his hand -- he's not that pious.]

[He laughs as Kirei finally touches him just so. Gilgamesh will call the moment he felt pleasure at the hands of Kotomine Kirei a resounding victory. He'll smile as Kirei strokes his cock, and gently circles his hand around Kirei's wrist, guiding his hand.]

[The help is appreciated -- and needed. Doing for himself isn't the same as doing for someone else, especially when he's feeling so awkward and nervous about the whole thing. He's not sure how to move forward either. Maybe Gil will go away if he does this much.]

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