[ If Siegfried had ever entertained the thought of this happening (and as previously stated, he had, he wasn't a saint), it certainly wasn't under these circumstances. It was never because Percival was plagued with extra appendages he didn't want, and never in a room like this.
It doesn't matter. What does matter is that Percival looks even better than he'd imagined in any of these idle and guiltridden daydreams of the past. He's momentarily gone quiet as the other man strips, eyes taking in the exposed skin that Percival isn't able to cover.
He would have liked to disrobe the other man himself, but he'd moved too quickly and of his own accord, and he supposes this is more efficient, anyway.
Because this was all practical, wasn't it? Not something to make a habit of.
Unceremoniously, he begins unclothing himself as well, pulling his simple t-shirt over his head and stepping out of his trousers. It's about as sexy as one would expect someone getting ready for work, rather than what was really going to happen. He leaves his undergarments on.
There's some embarrassment on his end, too, his cheeks tinged with color, and maybe that would help Percival cope better with his own apprehension. He steps closer to him, fingers trailing over the top of his robe being held in place. ]
Are you having second thoughts?
[ He looks Percival directly in the eye. He's always been able to trust Percival to say what's on his mind, and now is no exception. The last barrier needs to come off, but not if Percival still has doubt. ]
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It doesn't matter. What does matter is that Percival looks even better than he'd imagined in any of these idle and guiltridden daydreams of the past. He's momentarily gone quiet as the other man strips, eyes taking in the exposed skin that Percival isn't able to cover.
He would have liked to disrobe the other man himself, but he'd moved too quickly and of his own accord, and he supposes this is more efficient, anyway.
Because this was all practical, wasn't it? Not something to make a habit of.
Unceremoniously, he begins unclothing himself as well, pulling his simple t-shirt over his head and stepping out of his trousers. It's about as sexy as one would expect someone getting ready for work, rather than what was really going to happen. He leaves his undergarments on.
There's some embarrassment on his end, too, his cheeks tinged with color, and maybe that would help Percival cope better with his own apprehension. He steps closer to him, fingers trailing over the top of his robe being held in place. ]
Are you having second thoughts?
[ He looks Percival directly in the eye. He's always been able to trust Percival to say what's on his mind, and now is no exception. The last barrier needs to come off, but not if Percival still has doubt. ]