Movement came without proper waking, much to Gilgamesh's expectation. This body had become knowledgeable enough to know when pleasure was to be sought, and when it was being offered. Thighs spread, hips moved back, and there was a slight utterance of the mouth as well. Ah... a grand opportunity. While Artoria's hips shifted back, his thrusted forward until his girth was sandwiched between them. Of course, it was only natural to retreat thereafter... but doing so created a fair bit of space, allowing his manhood freedom to straighten. Another shift forward occurred, and his length took advantage of the newfound gap between thighs. His hand was met by the tip, then replaced by the rubbing of his shaft at each thrust. If she was going to accept the preparation he offered her, it was only right that he take advantage and lubricate himself at the same time. He'd soon see how far those natural inclinations of Artoria's body took her. . .