[ Siegfried pauses the attention to Percival's nipples when the other guides his hand towards his entrance, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of him so forward and shameless. It undid years of the image he's sculpted of Percival in his mind, but this Percival? Perhaps he prefers him like this.
His body certainly does. His cock is stiff with need, already hungrily to replace his fingers before they've even pushed inside of Percival. ]
Do I? I'm not sure. You may have to be more specific.
[ But he obliges, at least for the moment, slipping a slick finger into his ass. Already, he's more insistent than he was last night, pushing past the instinctive resistance the other's body offers. He explores him hungrily, steadily in and out, mind racing with desire at how warm and inviting his ass feels.
He reclaims a swollen nipple with his mouth, sucking on it harshly while a second finger pushes inside. ]
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His body certainly does. His cock is stiff with need, already hungrily to replace his fingers before they've even pushed inside of Percival. ]
Do I? I'm not sure. You may have to be more specific.
[ But he obliges, at least for the moment, slipping a slick finger into his ass. Already, he's more insistent than he was last night, pushing past the instinctive resistance the other's body offers. He explores him hungrily, steadily in and out, mind racing with desire at how warm and inviting his ass feels.
He reclaims a swollen nipple with his mouth, sucking on it harshly while a second finger pushes inside. ]