[ Though said in jest, Percival's tendency to take a lot of things seriously means he takes that joke seriously at first. His eyes grow wide and he stares stunned for those few seconds. ] What?
[ To any logical and rational person, bedding a dragon sounds like an aberrant and dangerous thing. It goes without saying that he would not even consider that sort of act with any other wild beast or creature. This is Siegfried, however, and now he's struck with aberrant thoughts of how such an act would play out. It's a daunting thing - the logistics would make it near impossible - but there's a part of him that thinks he'll probably still want to please the other man, no matter what form he takes. He'll also still want to experience that raw power and gentle intimacy behind each and every of Siegfried's touches - having had a taste of it now, it would be difficult to go back.
Aberrant thoughts all around. Percival's face starts to burn red, and he closes his eyes, turning away in shame. ] Enough jest. Neither of us want that to happen to you.
[ They'll find a way to stop the spread before it's too late. That's what he should be focused on, not ... whatever it was that had plagued his mind before.
He can feel the brush of Siegfried's curls against his chest as the man descends, and Percy finally looks upon him, face still pink and lips pursed. He shifts his body into a more inviting position, thighs parting and sandwiching Siegfried's torso. His hands continue to encourage that touch, rubbing slowly down the span of his back. ]
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[ To any logical and rational person, bedding a dragon sounds like an aberrant and dangerous thing. It goes without saying that he would not even consider that sort of act with any other wild beast or creature. This is Siegfried, however, and now he's struck with aberrant thoughts of how such an act would play out. It's a daunting thing - the logistics would make it near impossible - but there's a part of him that thinks he'll probably still want to please the other man, no matter what form he takes. He'll also still want to experience that raw power and gentle intimacy behind each and every of Siegfried's touches - having had a taste of it now, it would be difficult to go back.
Aberrant thoughts all around. Percival's face starts to burn red, and he closes his eyes, turning away in shame. ] Enough jest. Neither of us want that to happen to you.
[ They'll find a way to stop the spread before it's too late. That's what he should be focused on, not ... whatever it was that had plagued his mind before.
He can feel the brush of Siegfried's curls against his chest as the man descends, and Percy finally looks upon him, face still pink and lips pursed. He shifts his body into a more inviting position, thighs parting and sandwiching Siegfried's torso. His hands continue to encourage that touch, rubbing slowly down the span of his back. ]