[ That might be nice euphemistic politician-talk, but it is the opposite of sexy; Gil’s lucky that Rau is horny enough to mostly ignore it. He buries his face in the crook of Gil’s neck and laughs, nipping lightly at the soft skin there in rebuke. This time the laughter is a little mocking. ]
Such clinical precision.
[ Who lets you do doctor things, seriously. But, Rau has already made up his mind that he doesn’t particularly want to deal with the fuss or solicitude involved in fingering Gil open, and that getting held down and fucked would be boring no matter how (because of how?) earnest and sentimental and adoring Gil might be about it. He sits up straight (tossing the second glove away without fanfare in the process, finally), his ass settling flush against Gil’s crotch. He looks so well-balanced, so perfectly at ease that it should dispel any lingering questions Gil has about whether Rau has been with men before, even if Rau was too pain-wracked or too hyper-fixated on mutual annihilation or both to get around sleeping with anyone in the last year of his life. ]
Neither.
[ He raises his hips fractionally, then grinds down. Chasing his own pleasure on Gil’s cock probably does have the best chance of both maintaining control and a satisfactory conclusion. Still, first things first. He pulls up just enough to break contact.... ]
But this is your afterlife, probably. You’ll need to reason out lubrication.
[ Rau’s an omnicidal psychopath, not a masochist. And if death ends up being limited to blowjobs and thighfucking, eh, that’s still pretty good for hell or purgatory or whatever. ]
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Such clinical precision.
[ Who lets you do doctor things, seriously. But, Rau has already made up his mind that he doesn’t particularly want to deal with the fuss or solicitude involved in fingering Gil open, and that getting held down and fucked would be boring no matter how (because of how?) earnest and sentimental and adoring Gil might be about it. He sits up straight (tossing the second glove away without fanfare in the process, finally), his ass settling flush against Gil’s crotch. He looks so well-balanced, so perfectly at ease that it should dispel any lingering questions Gil has about whether Rau has been with men before, even if Rau was too pain-wracked or too hyper-fixated on mutual annihilation or both to get around sleeping with anyone in the last year of his life. ]
Neither.
[ He raises his hips fractionally, then grinds down. Chasing his own pleasure on Gil’s cock probably does have the best chance of both maintaining control and a satisfactory conclusion. Still, first things first. He pulls up just enough to break contact.... ]
But this is your afterlife, probably. You’ll need to reason out lubrication.
[ Rau’s an omnicidal psychopath, not a masochist. And if death ends up being limited to blowjobs and thighfucking, eh, that’s still pretty good for hell or purgatory or whatever. ]