[ The thumb invading his mouth gives him another delightful bit of mental stimulation, and Percival takes it in, sucking lightly and obediently as his hips continue to work. In a perverse part of his mind he considers how it would feel to take Siegfried's cock in his mouth the same way, offering up his body so that this man he reveres can reach the height of pleasure. There's some stimulation from that thought alone, providing that service and allowing himself to be used, and it goes right to his cock, making every part of him more sensitive.
He wouldn't normally take orders from others, often assuming authority for himself in most situations, but Siegfried is a special case. It's hard to shake off the desire to please him, to do a good job, because he's had this pervasive desire since his teens. Though he can't speak with that thumb in his mouth, his countenance is both compliant and distracted as he keeps chasing that high. He'll use Siegfried, just as he wants to be used by him, and there's a willing nod in response, his mouth preoccupied by taking in more of Siegfried's thumb. Percival rises again, plunging himself down with careless force as the painful ache of the stretch and the pleasure of being completely filled extinguishes every attempt at conscious thought. He's all carnal desire now, groaning and whimpering with little dignity as he angles his hips again so the tip hits him where it feels the nicest, taking the entirety of Siegfried with every wanton roll of the hips. He can feel his cock aching for any kind of contact, but he refuses it, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible and come without being touched. ]
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He wouldn't normally take orders from others, often assuming authority for himself in most situations, but Siegfried is a special case. It's hard to shake off the desire to please him, to do a good job, because he's had this pervasive desire since his teens. Though he can't speak with that thumb in his mouth, his countenance is both compliant and distracted as he keeps chasing that high. He'll use Siegfried, just as he wants to be used by him, and there's a willing nod in response, his mouth preoccupied by taking in more of Siegfried's thumb. Percival rises again, plunging himself down with careless force as the painful ache of the stretch and the pleasure of being completely filled extinguishes every attempt at conscious thought. He's all carnal desire now, groaning and whimpering with little dignity as he angles his hips again so the tip hits him where it feels the nicest, taking the entirety of Siegfried with every wanton roll of the hips. He can feel his cock aching for any kind of contact, but he refuses it, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible and come without being touched. ]