[ The first protest leaves lingering doubt in Siegfried's mind. Percival has always been the type to pummel forward, suppressing any discomfort and pretending like everything remains fine, and that seems to be the case here. But he has to trust the other man wouldn't do that when it comes to something so sensitive, when he has no one to impress, because he hopes he's made it clear that he wants Percival in any way Percival will give himself to him.

Percival seems to sense some of that, or at least feel a need to elaborate, and that is much more convincing. His nerves stand on end when he admits that he enjoyed it. He wants to desecrate that perfect body of his, good god he wants to, but only if it means Percival enjoys himself, too.

He presses light kisses to Percival's chest, a stark contrast to the hungry bite of mere seconds ago. ]

Alright. [ He murmurs, growing quiet and thoughtful. ] From now on, you can say "yellow" if you'd like me to slow down or inflict less pain.

[ He looks up to meet the other's gaze again. ]

"Red", and I will stop. Does that sound agreeable? [ safe words... sexy ]