Adulation of the King (Gilgamesh x Gender Neutral Master/ Body Worship/ NSFW)
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Summary: With his tendency to dominate, Gilgamesh reigns as the leader of your relationship. However, you crave more; wishing to render him to a quivering mess beneath your hands instead. In a surprise twist in fate, your request to test out some Body Worship on the King of Heroes comes with some rather unexpected results....
Author Note: Ever since the day I read an FGO confession that read ‘I want to tenderly love every inch of Gilgamesh’s body’, I've always wanted to bring said concept to life. For him to yield his ego to pleasure...I really wanted to write about that! Yes, this is a fic in which Gilgamesh will be the submissive one. Please enjoy!
Warnings: NSFW (18+ Adults ONLY), Body Worship, Handjob, Oral, A lot of kisses, Insults (from Gilgamesh), Teasing, Dominant and Submissive, Vanilla, Foreplay, Second Person POV, Aftercare.
Notes: The master in this story is gender neutral.
Things were not meant to turn out this way; not in the slightest.
Not when he was the Oldest King; and you were naught but a simple mongrel. He was the infallible King of Heroes- the arbiter of all pleasures, with a form so resplendent that all would have no choice but to prostrate themselves before his magnificent prowess.
It was his duty to reduce his partners into a pliable mess, dominance plummeting them to the depths of submissive pleasure.
Yet here the two of you were, your hands massaging his flaxen locks of hair as if they were possessed with an ancient magic- or so Gilgamesh led himself to believe, for he could barely comprehend what kind of sorcery could reduce his entire being into such a crumbling mess.
But then again, he was resistant to magic. So then, what was it? What could be the cause of this unbelievable change- for mere scalp massage- a massage, mind you! - to be sending strange shivers down his body, for him to have to bite the inside of his mouth to hold back moans for the entire night; his usual vigour ebbing into an energy feeble enough to make him yell with frustration?
It was all too much for him to bear. If one was to tell him that your innocent suggestion would’ve led to such a startling development, he would’ve laughed right in their face; mocking them for their insolence.
‘...For such a mongrel to outwit one such as I... how utterly humiliating a farce this is.’
Rose-tinted bathwater reducing his mind into his haze; as you lay delicate kisses atop his temple whilst washing his face- Gilgamesh tries- and regrettably fails- to contemplate how you were able to reduce him to such a state within the first place...
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“Gilgamesh...” Briefly parting from a rather intense, passionate kiss; you attempt to share your thoughts, heart burning with anticipation. “I have something I want to say...”
“What ails you, to interrupt me so? I shan’t wait. Replace such thoughts with my remarkable self instead!” Before you can even pipe up, he presses you deeper into the silken bedsheets, lips and tongue almost devouring you, entrapping your hands behind your head; as he lines a trail of saliva across your chest, lapping you up with his tongue.
Authoritatively claiming your body as his own, he continues to bend you to his will; reigning as the supreme leader of the relationship.
It had always been like this between you both, right from the very start. Despite gradually growing closer to one another over the course of numerous hurdles, vulnerability was still a major weak point within your relationship- especially in regards to sexual matters.
Although you enjoyed those scorching hot nights, bursting at the seams with lust; and loved yielding to his commandeering aura- as he marks you with wild bites- sometimes you craved for more- hungered to be the one standing at the pinnacle instead.
During sex, neither of you typically expressed how you felt; sessions feeling much more like a grand exhibition of debauchery instead of a romantic heart-to-heart. And it pained you, heart aching at the fact that such towering emotional barriers were still so prevalent within the bedroom.
Heck, glimpsing into the King of Hero’s tightly-guarded heart was a strenuous challenge even outside of the bedroom.
Did the two of you even share the same feelings for one another? No matter how hard you tried to search through your memories for signs of anything greater than just a mutual attraction for one another, you were always left feeling hopeless.
As he continued aggressively sucking and biting on you- as a means to assert his rampant desires- your mind drifts into a sea of thoughts, mulling over what it’d be like for him to be on the receiving end for once; images of him blushing adorably at your words serving as a rather unusual distraction from his torrid kisses.
Too absorbed within his own egotistical desires to notice your wandering mind, Gilgamesh is also in a world of his own.
‘If only I could make that a reality...’ Completely lost within the world of dreams, even the cold sensation of Gilgamesh’s jangling golden earrings can’t snap you back to the present. How would he react if you were to tease him? Would he blush? Would he resist your words, putting up a fuss? Or would he let you pleasure him, to expose the adorable side hiding within?
As you imagine him crying your name, as you softly fondle his length; you suddenly buck into his hips with all the force of a dragon, moaning Gilgamesh’s name loudly enough to catch him off guard. “S-shit...” Your voice had slipped out before you could even control it!
“M-mongrel?!” Scarlet red eyes stare into yours with surprise, clouded with confusion, as he finally releases your hands. “It is almost as if you’re possessed tonight. Enlighten me of the reasoning behind this occurrence at once.”
Harsh words hide his arousal from hearing his name moaned so seductively. ‘I never forecasted that they would be capable of such alluring moans...’
“Well, Gilgamesh...I have something that I’d like to tell you.” Taking a deep breath, you prepare to finally set such long-held feelings loose, heart hammering in your chest at his possible reaction.
It was now or never!
If you weren’t to expose your innermost feelings now, the chance may never occur again.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“Well...have you heard of ‘body worship’ before?” Awkwardly broaching the question, you wring your hands together; body flaming with embarrassment.
Strongly wishing to be swallowed up by the ground, you struggle to look into his piercing red eyes. It was difficult to navigate one as unpredictable as the King of Heroes. ‘Who knows how he’ll react. Ugh...’
Trying to register your words into his mind, the king regales you- only to be distracted by how endearing your meek expression is. ‘Hoh...another unforeseen expression. Not bad...’ Amused by your squirming under his steely gaze, all records of your words fly from his mind.
Time slows to a lull, as the two of you stare blankly at one another; him being so taken by your reaction that he forgets to answer your question altogether.
“Err, Gilgamesh? Earth to Gilgamesh? Hello?” Waving your hands into his face, he snaps out of his reverie. “Ah, you’re finally back. I wonder what’s got you so distracted?”
“I-it was obviously because your enquiry was so dull-witted that I lost all interest at once!” It wasn’t because he was captivated by you, not at all! He was just bored, your face serving as the ultimate means of entertainment- or so he fooled himself into believing.
However, once he catches sight of your crestfallen expression; mouth drooping like a weeping willow, he sighs.
“Repeat your request at once, mongrel. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Wringing your hands together, you steel your trembling heart, masking your worries with a brave composure. “Have you ever heard of ‘body worship’ before? I was thinking that it’d be fun to try. How about it?”
‘Body...worship?!’ Were you going to erect a statue in his name, offering gifts and riches to appease his spirits? Unsure of what you mean by this, Gilgamesh tries to understand the phrase ‘body worship’ through his own cultural lens.
Reminiscing on humanity’s reverent prayer for the Mesopotamian Gods; with how they’d enshrine their statues within sacred ziggurats- he was completely flummoxed.
You weren’t attempting to make him your god, were you? As one who had committed himself to severing his ties with the gods in order to ensure the bountiful prosperity of humanity, he misconstrues your suggestion as an offensive jab at his identity.
If he wanted beings that would worship his every step, then he’d have millions of them by his side by now.
“How foolish, for you to propose engaging with a prospect as farcical as religiously worshipping me! I wish to have no part in such ill-advised designs. You dare treat your king like an ancient piece of memorabilia?!” Red eyes flaming with discontent, he leaps to the worst possible assumption.
“W-wait, Gilgamesh. Though some people do practice body worship in such a manner, that wasn’t what I was suggesting at all!” Things weren’t going to plan at all, his ego already riled up from misinterpreting your words. ‘This is going even worse than expected.’
“Then pray tell, enlighten me as to the inner workings of your mind at once!”
“It’s simple! To worship your partner’s body is to adorn them in love and affection, touching and kissing them all over!” Exploding with passion as you slam a weighty explanation as to how you desire to touch him, to whisper words of love, declaring affection for every inch of his entire body; his expressions vary wildly- ranging from shock, surprise, puzzlement, to finally... genuine amusement?
Shoulders shaking with hearty laughter, Gilgamesh knocks his head back within a truly buoyant laugh.
“FUHAHAHA! How utterly comical of you, mongrel! No wonder your temperament radiates such carnal lust tonight. It seems you’ve awoken some rather intriguing new desires.” The sheer brazenness of your words tickles him right within the funny bone, wiping tears from his eyes.
Impressed by such a bold declaration, your honest confession fills him with fascination. ‘It seems I have underestimated them somewhat.’ You knew how much he loved to conquer others, yet you were bold enough to attempt to push the relationship to new limits; growing evermore.
He can’t help but respect you for that.
Despite this, he remains unsure. If he was to accept your proposition, would he lose all restraint, relinquishing the control that he fought so doggedly to preserve? The mere thought of him surrendering himself to your ‘body worship’ fills his stomach with a tumultuous kaleidoscope of butterflies.
It was vital- no, essential that you delved no deeper than what he permitted you to see. To expose the bones and flesh lying behind such a divine visage would be besides him. If you were to have ulterior motives-
‘No. I mustn't toil over such wanton thoughts. The King of Heroes fears none.’ Shaking such brittle thoughts from his mind, he regains his kingly composure; deflecting his feelings by testing the limits of your courage instead.
“Err, Gilgamesh...you’re staring blankly at me again. Anyone home?” By the gods, did he accidentally drift off into a sea of thoughts again? Embarrassed by this, he clears his throat; reclaiming his usual demeanour, sharp red eyes regaining their piercing gaze.
“I must profess that I am impressed by your desire to claim me so,” The twinkle in your eyes as he says that is ridiculously obvious. “However. To dare to challenge one such as I- one who has discovered all of the pleasures basking within this vast world- is hubristic enough to make me laugh. What makes you think that your touch can satisfy one who possesses as much knowledge on sexual acts as I?!”
He really wasn’t holding back this time.
However, you expected nothing less from him. If there was one trademark feature of Gilgamesh, it was his tendency to put others down. Spurred on by his words, you counter him. “I’m not interested in competing against you. I just want to be the one to hold you within my arms this time. Is that so bad?”
‘Urk!’ His taunts were meant to break you, not further steel your resolve! Mind desperately searching for a powerful comeback, his response comes in a hurry.
“Hoh, how impertinent of you to request such a luxury; one that I’ve bequeathed only upon the worthiest of beings! As if I would bestow you with such wondrous alms, when you’re naught but a mere lowlife.”
Only a few beings from his assorted lifetimes were close enough for him not to mind them seeing his other sides. Nostalgically thinking back to a stunning algae-haired soul, a gutsy warrior upon the moon cell; and a rather sadistic mapo-tofu loving priest, Gilgamesh’s face contorts into a dastardly smirk.
“Don’t get cocky, mongrel.”
‘Even the strongest of mongrels would recoil from such words.’ How was that? Had he effectively pushed you away, protecting his frail heart from your courageous desires? As he regales your serious expression; a small feeling of actual guilt gnaws at his heart.
Had he gone too far? Worried that he had discouraged you from the concept entirely- his words belie a secret interest in testing this out -he opens his mouth to offer a backhanded compliment; only to be utterly stunned by your next words.
“You sure as hell know how to punch people where it hurts, Gilgamesh.” Exasperation marks your face, as you shake your head. “I’m glad that there’s people that you care dearly for, but I think you’ve misunderstood my intentions, yet again.” Hands reaching out to gently cup his face, Gilgamesh’s breath suddenly hitches in his throat- not because he likes it, of course!
“Though I would like it if you could open up to me, it’s fine if you don’t. What I’m truly asking for is your permission to let me have my way with you. I don’t really mind the details, to be honest. I just thought that it would be fun to be the dominant one this time.”
All of Gilgamesh’s blathering on about status, mongrels and sexual mastery made little difference to your feelings for him. “If you don’t want to do it, then just tell me outright; instead of arming yourself with insults hefty enough to rival your Gate of Babylon!”
It was honestly frustrating how he’d let his pride get in the way of being direct with you. Discussing these sorts of matters with him was akin to dragging your heels through mud- he was just so stubborn, walling himself within a prison of self-imposed rules.
“I care enough about you to respect your wishes, so respect mines as well.”
‘?!’ Astonishment washes through him as you smash his entire army of bluffs into tiny smithereens, reducing all of his conjuncture into useless pieces of rubble. “I-I have no intention of objecting to your request. It would be foolish of you to think that way. I was just...”
Think, Gilgamesh, think! How could he convince you of his interest whilst preserving his ego at the same time? “...I was just testing your worthiness as a subject of the King.” Gilgamesh mentally dives low enough to perfectly save his annihilated fortress of insults, desperately attempting to maintain composure.
However, it was far from a perfect save, thanks to the most damningly obvious blush burning his ears as he cranes his face away; distracting himself from the warmth of your hands.
“Wait...am I dreaming right now?! Y-you're consenting?” Now that was unexpected.
Typically, the two of you would spiral into long debates that would last through even the darkest hours of night- yet he had conceded so quickly that you couldn’t help but gawp in shock.
“It makes no difference to me what you do to my body, for pleasure is my domain. You shall do as you wish, for it shall bear little to no impact upon my unconquerable self anyway. Go ahead, mongrel. Serve as the utmost entertainment for me, failing miserably to arouse even a modicum of desire within this chest!”
He hopes that his intimidating laugh and cruel words will force you back into your place below his mighty throne, but the dozens of soft kisses that you begin to plant against his face startle him- yet again- into a dazed stupor.
Oh boy, he was most definitely in for it now.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Starting with his face, you stroke your hands through glowing fields of blond hair, that slip gently through your fingers- giving way for you to press a deep kiss to the crown of his head. “A beautiful crown for an auspicious king.”
“?!” Gilgamesh inwardly begins to guffaw at such cheesy words, formulating a witty comeback on that silver tongue of his- only for his mind to momentarily blank again as your delicate lips trace a journey through his firm skin; even going as far to rest them on areas such as his prominent cheekbones and fluttering eyelashes.
Those stunning vermillion eyes that could see right through you, amassing a font of infinite wisdom. Those neatly trimmed eyebrows that furrowed themselves into the most arrogant of contortions; those lips that would curl up into a dastardly smirk, a firm frown, or even a magnificent laugh- that nose that was always pointed up as he looked down on others...you loved them all.
Expressing said feelings via words- as well as enough kisses to drown his face within a mountain of them- a rather shaky retort finally spills from his quivering lips.
“Don’t think that such flattery will endear me to you, mongrel. It is a given that a face as resplendent as mine is all but impossible to resist-” What in the blue blazes were you doing, nibbling fondly enough on his earlobe to cut him off mid-speech? He couldn’t quite believe it himself.
“Most mongrels all but shrivel up before my immense radiance. You aren’t a-any different from them...” It was a given that humans would wither before such a terrifyingly beautiful golden presence (or so he believes); and you were not the exception to this.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t compliment you, though.” Your cool breaths fan his ear, as you playfully jangle his molten golden earrings. “The myriad of expressions your face makes, transforming that beautiful countenance of yours into such adorable forms...I could watch you forever.”
And you meant every single word.
“Hah...you’re such a simpleton-?!” You were now bearing down on him from behind- although he was certain that you were only facing him a moment ago! In addition to that, for you to now be positioned behind an area as exposed as his back left him feeling unguarded- but he’d never admit that if you asked.
He wanted you where he could see you- so that he could at least maintain some form of control.
“To move your face away from the king by concealing your form behind my back...are you too scared to continue? Hahaha, such cowardice is only to be expected.” Only words could protect his ego now.
“I can see why you’d think that.” You breathe, gliding your fingers down from the base of his chin to his collarbone; tickling him with your feather-light touch. “But in truth, the reason why I’m behind you are because I want you to watch as my hands trail over your body- I want you to know just how worthy each and every part of you is.”
As you continue to ghost your fingertips along the elegant length of his neck, Gilgamesh’s mind boggles at the levity of your words. Certain that he’s the bane of not just yours but many peoples’ existences, with his contemptuous words, incomprehensible actions and snide remarks; your need to hammer in how worthy a person he is to you elicits a flickering thrill from deep within, delectable flames stirring up a frenzy.
“Hah, as if I need you to display to me the undeniable truth of what I am, mongrel! I need not your reassurance...” Ignoring the flames threatening to break his composure in two, Gilgamesh bats your compliment away- only then for an absurd tingling sensation to run its way through his body, thanks to you seductively suckling the base of his throat. “...It is a grave mistake to interrupt your king mid-speech!”
Taking pleasure in feeling the hearty reverberation of his deep, dulcet tones against your mouth, you crane your head even further past his shoulders; amused by the wild sense of bewilderment radiating within his charming eyes. “Sorry, Gilgamesh, but the delicious tones of your voice aroused me. I couldn’t help but kiss you...”
It was true- you adored his archaic tone of his voice (though his insults irritated you greatly). The way in which he’d wax such flowery prose at the same time as barking imposing imperative orders; how the words he’d weave sometimes stored precious pearls of wisdom; other times crude and callous thoughts...the tone of Gilgamesh’s voice changed greatly depending on the emotions that he wished to portray or hide, and you found great enjoyment within that.
As you blurt this out between kisses and soft flickers of your tongue on his nape, he almost concedes on the spot.
What was it that you wanted from him, to assail him with such a mass of inescapable flattery?! Was it jewels, treasures, or something even greater than that? Kneading your fingers through the knots anguishing his sturdy, armour-burdened shoulders; he struggles to bite back moans.
As you continue, pressing deeply onto the rigid parts of those deliciously strong shoulders, the irresistible waft of his scent filtrates through your nose.
Ah, his scent. That musky, spicy scent; that wrapped and comforted you like a comforting fireplace, heating you up through even the coldest of nights. Burying your nose against his back, you sigh, as you greedily continue to sniff all over his back with your eager nostrils.
“You smell so, so good...like a slice of heaven, providing me with a safe retreat.” Whenever he was to hold you in your arms, or guard you from danger; that homely smell would calm you at once. Shit. Now you were the one losing your mind! “It’s so intoxicating that I’m starting to lose control of myself.”
‘Ah- so that’s what this mongrel desires.’ If all you desired was a share of his luxurious perfumes, all you had to do was ask! He was the generous sort when it came to gifts, after all. “If your sole reason for this ‘worship’ was to solicit me into lending you my scent, you need not ask...not at all.” Even if you asked for the entire world, he’d deign to give it to you.
“You’ve guessed wrong, although I wouldn’t mind mingling your scent with my own.” He chokes at the shamelessness of such a euphemism, as you kiss the heat kindling against his cheeks. “I’m here for the entire package, you know?”
So, you weren’t trying to use him to obtain his perfume, then? The chaos swirling within his mind intensifies, truly bewildered as to what the true purpose behind this ‘body worship’ is. “Then what do you...” His voice reduces itself to a miniscule murmur, eyes drifting to your hands as they lace themselves through his bold red divinity tattoos- the ticklish sensation sending chills down his spine.
“Your divine markings are so striking, so interesting. Whenever I see them, I feel a strong urge to touch them.”
You found them cool, unable to rip your eyes away from the way in which the markings proudly emblazoned his frame. And the way in which they’d glow...you wanted to lick them right off his skin! However, Gilgamesh’s entire countenance freezes at those words, body clenching like a rock.
Aware of this sudden change, you peek your head around the side to see if everything’s okay.
“Are you okay? Are you not enjoying this?” You could sense it- his emotional walls had returned full-force, barricading you entirely. ‘Damn...looks like I’ve messed up.’ You wait for Gilgamesh’s response.
“Mongrel...do you only laud me for my divinity?” Face craned as far away from you as possible, as you retract your touch long enough to mull over his words- a somber jolt of pain flashes through his heart. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was your true motives behind this.
If you only admired him for his majestic abilities, historical lineage, and his shared connection with the gods as a superior being-
“Hmm? Well, I mean...your divinity is just another part of you. And I love all of you. So, it’s a given that I’d like that part as well.” Your fingers were now circling his budding nipples, whispering soothingly into his ear. “Now answer my question. Are you enjoying yourself or not?”
And with that, his protective layers come crashing down, nipples throbbing from the friction of your rubbing fingers. You were doing this simply because you wanted to. Not for any hidden reasons, nor as a means to wrangle something from him; but purely out of a hunger to touch him all over. As an ambassador of pleasure in all of its forms, how could he not help but be moved by that?
Head lolling to the side, as he grits his teeth to prevent any whimpers from escaping his mouth, Gilgamesh mumbles, “This is...not as bad as I anticipated it to be...”
Those caresses of yours that tactfully worked their way from his nipples to his entire chest, hypnotising his mind with your sumptuous motions...he hates to admit it, but this feels much better than he originally expected.
In fact, a part of him wanted more; eager to see just how far you’d take things. But there was no way he’d give you even the slightest bit of satisfaction in confessing his arousal- not over his dead body- but then again, those massages of yours are quite a deadly antidote to his silence.
“Gilgamesh, turn to the side.” What? Who do you think you are, to brazenly make demands of the king?! Frustration rises to his throat as he vows to knock you down a peg, only to be completely and utterly betrayed by his body, that spins in your direction as soon as you open your mouth.
Pressing hot, flaming lips to his chest- his heart thudding like a sprinter about to reach the finish line- Gilgamesh's head rears back in ecstasy, only able to reprimand your boldness with an insignificant “Don’t order...your king...” He inwardly curses himself at the arousal seeping through him, threatening to utterly destroy any semblance of self-control.
Hot breaths mingling with his searing chest, you mark his undulating muscles with passionate bites, proclaiming a love for that part of him as well.
“It’s comforting to listen to the pattering of your heart. Hehe, you really are cute right now, Gilgamesh.” Ending your exploration of his chest, you shuffle so that you’re face-to-face with him; his whirring crimson eyes at the same level as your determined ones.
“M-mongrel...” Hands now running lines down his lean yet powerful arms, he is aghast. Just how many parts of him were you going to greedily desire? ‘What overwhelming tenacity...’ It was akin to his all-consuming will, his staunch belief in carrying things out until the very end.
Unsure of how long he’ll be able to hold out against you, his heart skips a beat. Who would be first to fall- his ego or your desire?
‘I’m not sure I wish to find out.’ He definitely would be ignoring his clairvoyance tonight, for he didn’t want to know the outcome of this.
Lifting those well-defined arms into your hands, you honour them with kisses. Those arms, that were both ferocious and kind; those peerless yet tenacious hands that would proudly grapple with anything in their midst. Taking his fingers into your mouth, you pay careful administration to them through amorous sucking and licking, warm saliva melding with his skin; as you fearlessly stare him in the eyes.
A rush kicks up inside of him at such an unflinching gaze, fixated on your provocative moans, as your tongue voraciously tips his fingers to the back of your throat.
‘...!’ An audible gulp sounds from him, as he imagines your mouth taking in a part of him that was currently yearning for your touch- he's desperate to watch you choke on it, wishing to pummel it to the very depths of your throat-
‘By the gods!!! I’m as virile as the morning dew!’ He can feel it, swelling and throbbing urgently for action.
His cock is hard.
As soon as you finally cease your torturous ministrations on his hand, cool air reaching a hand that was once feverish with your saliva, Gilgamesh hurriedly cries, “Instead of tending to my hands, another area is in much greater need of your assistance!”
‘Wait, what?!’ Confused, you quizzically raise an eyebrow at his statement; surprised that he not only just admitted so openly to enjoying it, but now also craves for it to be done to another part of his body as well.
Delighted by this, a smug smile slowly works itself across your face; happy to hear some honesty from him for once. It was nothing short of a miracle, compared to the usual indirect riddles he tended to bemuse you with.
“What’s that? Did you enjoy it that much?”
‘Guh!’ Embarrassment washes through him, your proud smile alerting him to his loss. He had just done the unspeakable, by alerting you to his arousal!
Desperate to recover his usual tone of indifference, he trips and stutters over his words. “I-It’s the height of foolishness to perform such acts on my hand, when they could much better serve my golden phallus instead.” It was so hard to get the words out of his mouth, especially when you were stroking his torso so enticingly.
“Oh? You mean this?” Hand hovering over his leopard-print, budgie-smuggling underwear, you draw faint lines down his bulging cock, mercilessly teasing him. “Wow, that’s some really flashy underwear...” His daring fashion taste never ceased to amaze you.
“Y-you tempestuous...fiend...” Were you trying to kill him by refusing to tend to his cock, paying such delicate attention to his pelvis instead? How cruel, for you to vex him so! “Mongrel, tend to my cock...stop this absurdity at once!”
“Sorry, Gilgamesh. Let me taste all of your bountiful beauty first.” Hoisting his legs- that he can barely move due to the electrifying impulses running through his body at every touch- you tenderly kiss at his weaker spots, such as his inner thighs, marvelling in their gallant form. ‘He definitely never skipped leg day.’
“This is the height of folly- ah...” Did a moan just slip from his mouth?! It couldn’t be- it must’ve just been a groan of frustration. “Listen...to me...” Hips unconsciously bucking and rolling from the sensitive reverberations of your deep kisses against his skin, he concentrates the very last vestiges of his will into a cry of, “Mongrel! P-please...”
“Eh?!!” Instantly snapping your head up, your mouth gawped in horror. ‘Did he just say PLEASE?!!’
Now both of you were feeling incredibly bashful. As the owner of the prototype of everything in the world, Gilgamesh could have anything he wanted within a snap of his fingers. For him to say ‘please’ was mind-boggling; as unusual as a giraffe deciding to make a living in Antarctica.
‘Oh my gosh...oh wow...’ Struggling to conceal the joy of hearing such words, you instinctively clap your hands to your mouth, eyes wide with disbelief. As you take in his tomato-red complexion and sheepish expression, it finally dawns upon you how much your dynamic is starting to change.
Avoiding the hope glimmering within your eyes, Gilgamesh ducks his face as far away from you as possible; concealing it behind his hands. “I... I wish to feel your hands against my length. Desire it, even.” Never in a million years did he think that things would come to this, that his ego would be dashed so bitterly to the ground in the face of such overwhelmingly enticing pleasure.
“Mongrel...enchant me with that sorcery of yours. Right until the very end.”
“Gilgamesh...” Lovingly pressing your lips against his own, another moan sounds from this throat. “How could I ever say no to such honest words? Your wish is my command.” Gently looping his underwear from his body, a golden light begins to filtrate the room, dazzling in its intensity.
‘Ah.’ Your mind momentarily blanks for a second. ‘I forgot that his dick is like a golden lightsabre.’ Oh well. Lightsabre or not, it belonged to the king of your heart, and by damn were you going to lather it with as much affection as possible.
“W-wow, I forgot how shiny your dick is.” Gently taking it into your hands, you began to massage it; as Gilgamesh meekly loops his arms around your neck.
“Of course...my AUO Cast-Off is second to none- ah!” Craning his neck back, he whines as your grip becomes firmer on his cock, playing it like a fiddle.
“Haha, of course. You really are one heck of a guy, Gilgamesh.” As your warm chuckles send warmth jolting through his heart, Gilgamesh begins to worry that he’s falling for your charm. “Hey, Gilgamesh. Let’s get a little closer. Wrap your legs around mine.”
“...You really are...a greedy mongrel...” Despite his words, he obediently obliges with your demands, secretly delighting in the intimacy of such a close position.
“And you really are a stubborn king.” Breaths ghosting upon each other’s faces, lust flickers ferociously from inside of you as well- but you push it aside to dedicate all pleasure towards him instead. “You’re so strong-willed, sticking so steadfastly to your own ideals.”
“Hah...that is...without a doubt...” Fully yielding to the warmth of your touch, the ticklish sensation of your palms rubbing against his testicles harden him to a maddening degree. He can barely reply. “That is...what separates beast...from man...”
“Mn, I know. You’ve scolded me with those words enough times for me to remember them by heart.” Pumping your hands against his increasingly throbbing cock, you kiss him on the lips again- only for it return it so tenderly that you wonder whether he’s been replaced by a clone or alter ego.
“Ah, shit...kissing me like that isn’t fair. My heart’s going to explode with love at this rate, Gilgamesh...” It should be illegal for such an arrogant man to have such an adorable side! “The more sides you show to me, the deeper I’ll fall, you know?!”
“That was my intention...” Despite his flushed cheeks and heaving breaths, he still has the gall to wink mischievously at you- even whilst moaning from the thrust of your hands against his cock. “Fall...as deep as you like...mongrel...I’ll be there to catch you in my arms...”
“W-wow, I never expected to hear that...” Excitably pressing up against him, a deep whine escapes his mouth from the delectable tension of feeling your body against his own, as your heart swells with affection.
“From the bottom of my heart, I love you. I want to grow to understand you to the best of my ability, no matter how long it takes.” As he takes in the sincerity of your eyes; blazing with heartfelt emotions, he softly laughs.
“...Is that so...don’t get cocky...your puny mind...cannot comprehend such greatness...”
“We’ll have to see about that. Don’t go underestimating puny minds, King of Heroes.” As you move backwards to take in his cock, head bobbing as you ravenously devour it; he finally submits himself fully to the pleasure- mist clouding his vision as his body coils, unleashing a massive release of semen...
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
‘Ah, so that’s what occurred.’ Sighing blissfully, as the relaxing waves of the bathwater soak into his weary bones, Gilgamesh hums with appreciation as you continue to massage his scalp.
He was too far gone to care about how humiliating it felt for his indomitable exterior to be ripped away by your ‘body worship’, deeming it to be a rather worthwhile endeavor in the end.
Meanwhile, you were currently dumbstruck; shocked by how unguarded he was being around you. Currently leaning his head against your chest, eyes closed as if he hadn’t a care in the world- you were almost certain that this was none other than a reality marble. It had to be- for there was no way that he’d act like this in reality!
‘I mean, he’s never like this.’ In the past, he’d be the one attempting to call all the shots on who went where in the bath, the two of you debating over who deserved the best position. ‘Who is this man, and what has he done with that pompous king? Will I ever be able to see this side of him again?’ Mindlessly threading your hands through his damp locks of hair, you look to the sky for guidance- only to be distracted by Gilgamesh lifting a wet arm to gently touch your face.
“Gilgamesh?!” That sharp bite had all but disappeared from his eyes, softening as soon as you look down to meet his own.
“What afflicts you, to be gazing so forlornly towards the sky?”
“A-ah, well...I...” There was no point in lying to him now; especially not after the sheer determination it took to reach this level of communication in the first place. “I’m feeling somewhat overwhelmed. I’m really happy that I finally got the chance to tell you how I feel, but...” Clenching your jaw as a searing jolt of melancholy strikes your heart; you sigh.
“...I just wish I had enough memory space to save it all.” To reduce him to a quivering pile, hear such earnest pleads from his mouth and actually communicate for once during sex-it'd be a shame if such events were never to occur again. ‘I don’t want to relive those isolating nights...’
On the other hand, Gilgamesh had been suppressing an ensuing tide of laughter; the force of his rancorous howls of laughter almost splashing you out of the bath. “Fuhahaha! How pitiful, to lament yourself over such a miniscule issue!”
He splashes his feet hard enough to drench your face in water. “Haha, ‘wish I had enough memory space’ you say? What amusing candour!” Mocking the forlorn tone of your voice, he appears to be clearly pleased with himself.
“Don’t make light of my feelings, damnit!” Your glare has the opposite effect, as he wheezes like a gas pipe- clutching his sides for dear life. “It genuinely means the world to me.”
If only you could plug a USB Stick into your brain to preserve these memories for life.
Wiping tears from his eyes, his dulcet tones shift towards a more affectionate hue. “It does for me as well. Therefore, you should regain that spirited countenance of yours. Who says that these memories have to be our very last?”
“Huh...?” Warmth radiates from within your soul at these words.
“I shall permit you to express yourself to the utmost around me from now on, mongrel. To return to the previous stature of things would be nothing but a bore.” Coughing lightly, he instinctively looks away from the mirth pooling within your eyes. Your adulation for this king were like fine gems adorning his body, ones that never wished to part from.
“That’s...that’s great news!” Holding him within your arms, you grin. “I’ll be in your care from now on as well, Gilgamesh!” Who knows, maybe one day he’d eventually lower his walls as well. Until that day, you were happy to continue taking baby steps along this momentous journey.
‘Hoh...I could get used to this.’ Nestling himself within your arms, he was rapidly adjusting to your touch; comforted by your presence. However, his earlier claims that you’d never be able to ‘impact his unconquerable self’ or ‘ignite even a modicum of arousal inside of him’ return to his mind with an ugly vengeance, reminding him of how dreadfully erroneous his assumptions had come to be.
“...Mongrel.” As you beam at him with glowing eyes, guilt begins to blossom in his chest; recounting all of the malicious insults and verbose attacks he had hurled at you as a feeble means to protect his pride. “I have sorely underestimated your capabilities, and for that, I must apologise.”
‘HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!’ Did Gilgamesh just apologise?! The being who trod upon words such as politeness and courtesy- as if they were mere dirt under his shoes- had just said sorry?
At first it seemed completely surreal, until you remember the many blistering words that he had attempted to slander you with tonight.
An awkward silence booms between you both, stunned speechless by his change of heart- until he all but squawks, “Mongrel, do not leave me hanging here! Answer me at once!”
“Err...I-it’s about time you apologised! I get that it’s embarrassing to let somebody else take charge for once, but there was no need to go so far!” His expression relaxes again at your scolding tone, as if he wanted to be told off.
Truth be told, you had been so swept up in pleasure that you were able to ignore his words- but still. There was no need for him to be such an asshole.
“I was so eager to oppose you, that I resorted to acting as the devil’s advocate to hinder your courageous advances. I shall reflect henceforth.” There would be less dishonesty from now on, him vowing to encourage your efforts instead.
“You better reflect as much as possible! You can be so annoying sometimes...”
“Yet you still love me regardless.” A smug smirk works its way across his face from that. “Now which one of us does that make a fool, I wonder?”
“Both of us, of course.” Tenderly rubbing your noses against one another’s- as you lean down on him from above-the two of you make an unspoken vow; to move forwards together, hand-in-hand.
What was once an inequal throne now had enough room for two.
Savouring the bliss of your skin against his own, Gilgamesh lets out an appreciative hum. If this was the price of letting himself go, then so be it-
Oh.
So that’s why you were meandering endlessly about openness, expression, love and the like. A truly mischievous glint lights up within those carmine eyes; devious thoughts encircling his mind.
So there really was something that you desired from him after all....as the king of those ministrations, he’d ensure to lavishly pay you back in kind.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“...?!” It all happens within a split second. One moment you were indulging within a comforting nose kiss, only then to be nimbly flipped onto the bath-floor- your positions now reversed.
Straddling you between his thighs, drops of water drip from his skin; the rippling waves of the bathwater serving as the only accompanying noise to such a sudden twist of fate.
“G-Gilgamesh, what’s going on-!!” It was unfair, for him to embrace you so passionately; your hands desperately clasping at his back.
“I’ve finally fathomed your needs. What you wish for is for me to wax lyric on your splendid form, confessing naught but the genuine truth. Judging on your insistence on honesty and vulnerability, there is no doubt about it.” Pausing from the kiss, pride fills his features at finally uncovering one of your weak spots. It seems as if he’s starting to understand you as well.
‘Whoa...did he just read my mind?’ The accuracy of his deduction was flustering, to say the least. “How could you tell...?”
“This display of yours made it infinitely obvious to find out. It’s impossible to get anything past one as peerless as I!” By this time, he was becoming closer, lowering himself until he was but a hair’s breadth away.
“Haha, I really can’t pull one over you, can I?” Relishing in the sensation of his hands skirting themselves up your thighs, you sigh. “Alright, I give. I’d love that...please. I want to hear your words.”
“Of course. What kind of king would I be if I wasn’t to reward you in kind for such pleasing devotion? I’ll permeate your very essence with my affections, so that you’ll never question your value in my eyes ever again. I am well and truly besotted with you, mongrel...”
His vows shone like a glittering canopy of stars within the night sky, never to be broken.
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