[ The sensation of being filled is one he wouldn't say he has much experience with, but after the initial, painful stretch, his body starts to accommodate to the size and girth of the cock now deep inside of him. It starts to hurt a little less (though he hadn't minded that hurt), and there's pleasure that comes with every press of the other man's cock inside of him, stretching him apart with carefulness and intimacy. It's that intimacy that really gets him, makes his heart swell with affection and fondness for the man caught in his embrace. ]

I'm not some maiden you need to handle carefully, Siegfried. Don't forget that I once served as your vice-captain ... [ Percival's demands are part posturing, and part his own selfish desire to drown deeper into the moment, to lose himself against the other man's thrusts and surrender himself completely. Perhaps such thoughts make him a bit of a deviant as well. Still, every inch Siegfried puts into him is pleasure that runs through his body, and like an intoxicated fool he can only wish for more. ]

More of you. [ He's desperate enough at this point that he's willing to set aside some pride. ] Please ...

[ As a show of his eagerness he wraps his legs around the other man's body, angling his hips to drive more of Siegfried inside of him. The feeling continues to be intense, part pleasure and pain, and it leaves him gasping with desire. ]