[ Masamune doesn't like how easily Gintoki's touch is making him react. He can feel the slicked liquid about their cocks that's spilled and been mixed together between them and dragged along by Gintoki's hand more distinctly with him slowing down. It'd require less than a thought to move into the other's hand and forget about trying to do anything else.

Even so, there's really no point trying to stifle the pleasure that drips from his throat as that pressure is applied along his erection and the discomfort is felt. Even as he flinches with feeling the wet heat
of his partner's mouth on his ear, he sighs, not really able to find anything about this to fuss to the point of preventing him from enjoying what it's eliciting.

With his smile still present, Masamune speaks quietly, words only loud enough for Gintoki to hear because of just how close he is. Any further away and it could be debatable just how audible any of this would actually be. ]

Heh, I guess my tastes are a little more filthy than most would tolerate. [ He's aware he can use brute force despite Gintoki's hold tightening, but he's going to need a few moments to make getting free of his grip worth anything considering they are still tied. That's okay, though. He's still got plenty of verbal ammunition in the meantime.

While he will certainly be willing to get his way with aggression, there's always something satisfactory about getting someone to comply without it. He might as well use the time to make the attempt. ]

Let me give you head and I'll let you fuck me. It's not a bad trade-off, is it? [ It's said as if the entire subject of who would be fucking who was still out in the open-- or already in Masamune's court. ]

...Or are you scared I'll ruin it for you the next time anyone else goes to blow you if you let me?