He allowed Gilgamesh to move them, for Enkidu knew when it was best to push or pull with his king. So they let that hand close gently around their throat, their own hands cupping Gilgamesh's jaw.
"I know you," they said, serenely, "And I do not fear. I have never feared you."
—The response of the king was not a word, it was an action. His right hand got into their robe, reaching up to their back.—
—He scratched this forcefully before pushing them against the floor, taking them by the legs to make room between them.—
chest to chest with his lover, whispering in his ear.
"Oh, and what's stopping you?" he purred, a fire burning in their belly, "Come, my love, make my body yours again~"
Enkidu could make love for six days and seven nights, so they could certainly handle Gilgamesh's love.
No women was left unsatisfied when made love to by the King of Uruk, and neither was Enkidu. The pinkness of their face spread softly like a blooming flower at Gilgamesh's teasing though their smile stayed serene and loving.
The massage felt good and Enkidu leaned in, pressing
—Gilgamesh gently stuck one of Enkidu's fingers into his mouth, licking it sweetly before releasing it.—
If you say things like that, you make it difficult for me to contain myself, my dear.
—His hands gently massaged their thighs, squeezing them
They lifted their hand, soft fingers brushing over softer lips.
"Perhaps you are," they cooed, "But all the more wonderful for me to love you, my heroic king. Gil..."
Feeling Gilgamesh's warm touch through his clothes, along their sides, their lap, sitting intimately in his lover's lap, sent a shiver of anticipation up Enkidu's back.
It had been so long, and the clay beast smiled softly, a light pink to their face.
—Gilgamesh slid his hands to their sides, lifting them up with the delicacy of the one who plucks a flower.—
—He place them gently on his lap, and his hands lowered up to their lap, caressing them before dropping the weight of his body against them.—
"Considering how many treasures you have, that is quite the compliment," Enkidu smiled, nuzzling him softly, "You are my beloved and my dearest friend, so I am not a treasure easily stolen."
"So breathe, my darling king, my Gil. I am yours to keep."
—He left his face relaxing in the hands of Enkidu, he felt so at peace.—
—With them he had the peace that was denied him long ago, he could let himself be if he was with them.—
—He loved them, he loved those heavenly chains that tied them. Because that way they could not
Enkidu could take Gilgamesh's strength, his wild heart, his love, all of it.
They could accept and return it with equal love and force, though for now they remained gentle, shifting their grip to cup their dearest lover's face between their palms.
—He do not answer, he had no words to tell them that they could concentrate a single piece of what he felt.—
—He embrace them with all possible strength, wishing that this time, that promise would not be broken.—
—That this time, he could keep them for the rest of eternity.—
"I love you too, so very much," Enkidu promised, sealing such a promise with a tender kiss, dew on the softest flower petals.
Death had parted them, grace had reunited them, and the heavenly chains would not let go this time. Every god in the world could curse them and they