[ The sight of Percival like this, utterly comfortable, or at least more comfortable than he had been last night, with letting go and indulging himself in whatever arrangement they'd just agreed on. He has no doubt that he feels the same, the doubts over what this would mean for their years-long friendship dissipating with each indulgent movement of Percival's ass rutting into his fingers. He's mesmerized, eager to draw out more of those little whimpers and etch their song into his memory, teeth working on one nipple, and then the next, intent to do just that.
Although, he slowly draws his fingers out of him, resting them on his hips instead. ]
Ah... I can only guess, Percival. Could this be what you want?
[ His breath hitches in his throat as he pauses the bites on the other's chest to grip his own cock, poising it at the other's ass and teasing the hole. The tip of him just barely grazes along the tight muscle, leaving a slight trail of precum. ]
No, it doesn't seem like it.
[ He murmurs, drawing his cock back and nestling it between Percival's cheeks. Even that sends a shiver down his spine. ]
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Although, he slowly draws his fingers out of him, resting them on his hips instead. ]
Ah... I can only guess, Percival. Could this be what you want?
[ His breath hitches in his throat as he pauses the bites on the other's chest to grip his own cock, poising it at the other's ass and teasing the hole. The tip of him just barely grazes along the tight muscle, leaving a slight trail of precum. ]
No, it doesn't seem like it.
[ He murmurs, drawing his cock back and nestling it between Percival's cheeks. Even that sends a shiver down his spine. ]