[ Siegfried wants to touch him. Percival's cock is practically begging for it. But he decides he likes this sight too much, reveling for the moment in the vision of Percival fucking himself on Siegfried's cock, his own member bobbing up and down enticingly with each harsh thrust.
He feels his body tense with each movement of the other's hips, shivers running down his spine and threatening to take away the last shred of sanity keeping him in control.
He moans, voice dripping with desire and nearly unable to take the sight of Percival sucking on his finger. He wants to stay there, encased by both the wet and inviting warmth of his mouth and ass, but there are other ways he wants to touch him. So he leaves Percival's mouth, instead trailing his hands down the other's neck, to his chest, and back to giving his nipples a harsh pull. ]
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He feels his body tense with each movement of the other's hips, shivers running down his spine and threatening to take away the last shred of sanity keeping him in control.
He moans, voice dripping with desire and nearly unable to take the sight of Percival sucking on his finger. He wants to stay there, encased by both the wet and inviting warmth of his mouth and ass, but there are other ways he wants to touch him. So he leaves Percival's mouth, instead trailing his hands down the other's neck, to his chest, and back to giving his nipples a harsh pull. ]