[ Gil lets out a low moan, looking up at Rau through heavy-lidded eyes all the while. He doesn't want to miss even a moment of these unmasked expressions that are all for him. In all his life and death, he's the person who has gotten closest to Rau le Creuset. Gil wants to believe that. Those beads of sweat on his brow, the way his eyelids flutter... Rau's face may not be unique to him, but surely these are expressions that belong only to the two of them in this moment.
Now that they've started, it's hard to resist keeping up the pace and Gil doesn't bother. He rocks his hips up in a slow but steady rhythm, feeling keenly that his pants are way too tight for this. ]
Mhm... Maybe it isn't so bad-- being spoiled in this way.
[ And that should go for Rau as well. Having sex is not going to make Rau existentially happy, but Gil wants to make sure he enjoys himself to the fullest. After another self-indulgent squeeze of his ass, Gil lets go and touches Rau's bare lower back instead, feathery traces of fingernails on skin. ]
I wonder, do you want to-- be held? Or to hold?
[ It's very euphemistic language to use even while he moves his hands to the front and onto Rau's belt buckle.
Even now Gil's eyes never once leave Rau's face, and though he's panting with desire, there's still an adoration in his expression that is maybe a little embarrassing. ]
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[ Gil lets out a low moan, looking up at Rau through heavy-lidded eyes all the while. He doesn't want to miss even a moment of these unmasked expressions that are all for him. In all his life and death, he's the person who has gotten closest to Rau le Creuset. Gil wants to believe that. Those beads of sweat on his brow, the way his eyelids flutter... Rau's face may not be unique to him, but surely these are expressions that belong only to the two of them in this moment.
Now that they've started, it's hard to resist keeping up the pace and Gil doesn't bother. He rocks his hips up in a slow but steady rhythm, feeling keenly that his pants are way too tight for this. ]
Mhm... Maybe it isn't so bad-- being spoiled in this way.
[ And that should go for Rau as well. Having sex is not going to make Rau existentially happy, but Gil wants to make sure he enjoys himself to the fullest. After another self-indulgent squeeze of his ass, Gil lets go and touches Rau's bare lower back instead, feathery traces of fingernails on skin. ]
I wonder, do you want to-- be held? Or to hold?
[ It's very euphemistic language to use even while he moves his hands to the front and onto Rau's belt buckle.
Even now Gil's eyes never once leave Rau's face, and though he's panting with desire, there's still an adoration in his expression that is maybe a little embarrassing. ]