[ The sensation of those fingers pulling out of him forces Percival into a wince. Their ache, along with the pleasure of Siegfried's tongue against his cock, is a feeling that's missed almost immediately. He starts to wonder if he was too hasty with his words, putting a sudden halt to their tryst like this and worrying his partner so. The reality of what he's feeling isn't at all what Siegfried might assume. He, too, would hate to end their evening so early.
The words are hard to force out given his shyness and the difficulty he has expressing his affection. Percival's fingers trial over to the other man's wrist, taking it and tugging at him in an urging, needy manner. The feline ears on his head flatten down in some anxiety, and that little tail flicks about, brushing up against Siegfried's thigh. ]
I don't want to finish so early. I want ... you, instead.
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The words are hard to force out given his shyness and the difficulty he has expressing his affection. Percival's fingers trial over to the other man's wrist, taking it and tugging at him in an urging, needy manner. The feline ears on his head flatten down in some anxiety, and that little tail flicks about, brushing up against Siegfried's thigh. ]
I don't want to finish so early. I want ... you, instead.