[ Not even in the deadliest battles had Percival ever lost his composure like this. Siegfried finds it extremely difficult to form any sort of coherent thought, his mind swimming with desire, sensation, reverence for the man above him. He's most beautiful like this, grabbing whatever he can of Siegfried, and Siegfried retaliates, gasping at the sensation of Percival drawing his cock in and out of himself with little restraint.
He removes his hold from Percival's hips, instead reaching up to frame the other's face with his palms. ]
Keep going. [ He groans, lost in the feeling of Percival. He slips his thumb between Percival's parted lips, shamelessly exploring his mouth. ]
Use me. Come for me, Percival. [ He whispers, fighting himself from getting too close to the brink of pleasure. The way Percival's hips move and take his pleasure, it's nearly impossible. ]
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He removes his hold from Percival's hips, instead reaching up to frame the other's face with his palms. ]
Keep going. [ He groans, lost in the feeling of Percival. He slips his thumb between Percival's parted lips, shamelessly exploring his mouth. ]
Use me. Come for me, Percival. [ He whispers, fighting himself from getting too close to the brink of pleasure. The way Percival's hips move and take his pleasure, it's nearly impossible. ]