[ Though it takes him some time to work through what sort of pace he wants (and how), inevitably, with Gilgamesh's nudges, Archer's kisses become less an act of attempted mimicry and more...natural. His memories are hazy, at best, but echoes of past experience haven't left him. Half re-learning and half-remembering, Archer nibbles and even sucks a little on Gilgamesh's lip. It stirs something long-forgotten inside of him, and when Gilgamesh tempts him by exposing his neck, part of him wants to take advantage of it.
His breath hitches quietly in his chest, and while Archer doesn't pull away, he does recognize what Gilgamesh is trying to do instinctively. He pushes back, of course, with his tongue and his mouth, but he's still refusing to unravel completely.
Gilgamesh has seen him once before in a state of need and want, and this isn't it -- he still keeps a check on himself, and it'll take more than a little nudging to get him to relinquish that. ]
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His breath hitches quietly in his chest, and while Archer doesn't pull away, he does recognize what Gilgamesh is trying to do instinctively. He pushes back, of course, with his tongue and his mouth, but he's still refusing to unravel completely.
Gilgamesh has seen him once before in a state of need and want, and this isn't it -- he still keeps a check on himself, and it'll take more than a little nudging to get him to relinquish that. ]