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"Hehh...hh...heh...hehh..."
Gilgamesh's eyes were blown wide in delight, drinking in the beautiful sight before him. His erection was hard, twitching, and leaking precum on his belly, but he let it lay ignored for now. No attention could be spared as he watched his lover pleasure themself on his thigh.
Enkidu had chosen to possess the genitalia of a woman tonight. The rest of them was as flat and sturdy as ever, no change in appearance otherwise. A thin layer of sweat covered their body, but it was nothing compared to the slick mess they were drenching Gilgamesh's thigh in.
Watching them, Gilgamesh felt like he was in a trance.
Enkidu jerked their hips back and forth in a slow yet rough rhythm, sliding easily up and down their wet trail. Their hands were pressed flat on the bed on either side of Gilgamesh's body, giving them purchase as they ground down. Their body was hunched forward, hair falling like curtain over his midsection.
Despite their hunched over position and curtain of hair, Gilgamesh had a splendid view of their face. Their eyes were screwed shut in concentration, facial muscles tense from their effort, and lips continuously spilling out pants and moans of pleasure.
The sight sent a thrill racing through his body. It wasn't often Enkidu lost their composure, seemed to lose themself in their own, little world, and chase after their own desires without denial. Just in bed with him. Only with him.
This was, of course, not their usual way of having sex. Nor their most interesting. But damned if it wasn't exciting to watch one get off whilst using the other.
And Enkidu was the only one Gilgamesh would ever permit to use him.
There was no other words to describe this scene than beautiful. Gilgamesh always thought them beautiful, but like this? Drowning in pleasure of their own making, pleasure caused by him, and striving towards it with no rebuttals about being an emotionless weapon? Just Enkidu, trembling and melting and mewling and shivering as they raced for a joyful climax? It was only one form of their beauty, but nonetheless beautiful.
One of these days Gilgamesh thought he might come from the sight alone. He could simply imagine the way that might break Enkidu's focus, and they would laugh that sweet, harmless laugh of theirs that said nothing but, I love being with you. Luckily, that day was not today. Gilgamesh had no desire to finish yet.
Suddenly, as if on cue, Enkidu's orgasm crashed upon them. All at once, their hips jerked erratically, grinding Gilgamesh's thigh hard into the bed. Their hands grasped the sheets in tight fists. Their head flew up, exposing their pale, gleaming, swan-like neck. High pitched moans escaped from their mouth in a guttural shout. Gilgamesh's already drenched thigh was soaked anew.
When it was over, Enkidu collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. Gilgamesh cradled them, threading his fingers through their moist hair. He sat up just enough to kiss the top of their head and chuckled quietly to himself.
All the while, his cock throbbed like never before.
It wasn't long before Enkidu lifted their head. Returned to the world, a familiar grin spread across their face. "Your turn."
"Oh?" Gilgamesh teased. The two of them were already moving to switch places, though. "And what would you like to see, my love?"
Enkidu didn't answer right away. Or, at least, verbally. Once they were laid back on the bed, Gilgamesh seated between their legs yet not touching a single inch, they reached for one of his arms.
Gilgamesh's eyes dilated as he watched.
Enkidu pulled his wrist with both hands to their face, and began to lick. Long, smooth, wet licks went up and down each finger, from the very tip of the nail all the way down to the bottom of his palm. When they were satisfied with his fingers, they swirled their tongue in circles over his palm, ensuring every last bit was coated in saliva.
Every trace on Gilgamesh's hand shot straight to his untouched cock.
Finally done with their handiwork, Enkidu smirked at him, and guided his wet hand to said cock. Without thinking, in a new trance, Gilgamesh obediently wrapped it around himself. Enkidu's cool spit and the tight pressure of his hand lit a spark within it like no other.
"I want you like that," Enkidu said pleasantly. They leaned back on the pillows, teasing eyes locked on their lover's lower half. "Feel free to start any time, Gil."
The use of his pet name jolted Gilgamesh out of his own head. In a frenzy, he stroked himself before them, holding his cock above their groin. He very much doubted it would take much before he painted ropes of cum on their belly. Now that was a sight he couldn't wait to see.
And, based on a quick glance to their beautiful face, which left Gilgamesh groaning in pleasure, Enkidu couldn't either. The growing lust in their eyes and the enticing way they bit their lip said it all.
And to think, this was only the warm up. Tonight was going to be an especially fun one.