[Too late. Much too late. Adra cannot hold him; a wild beast has appeared to take his place.]
Should I not say the same to you?
[And so Gilgamesh chases after the bite that just disappeared into Adra's mouth with a deep, deep kiss. The kiss that he's been wanting to give him all this time; the kiss that's slower and sensual compared to the shock of Capablanca; the kiss that defines him as Gilgamesh, enthused, and energetic, and endlessly ambitious.
It won't last forever. It will just feel like it does, because no one gets away with teasing Gilgamesh—intentionally or not. He'll remember this, the taste of a King. The flavor of his desire.]
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Should I not say the same to you?
[And so Gilgamesh chases after the bite that just disappeared into Adra's mouth with a deep, deep kiss. The kiss that he's been wanting to give him all this time; the kiss that's slower and sensual compared to the shock of Capablanca; the kiss that defines him as Gilgamesh, enthused, and energetic, and endlessly ambitious.
It won't last forever. It will just feel like it does, because no one gets away with teasing Gilgamesh—intentionally or not. He'll remember this, the taste of a King. The flavor of his desire.]