Why are you saying that ... [ Though he takes care of his appearance, being complimented so sincerely is difficult for him to cope with, the embarrassment burning on his cheeks immediately in response. There isn't much time for any further protest, because Siegfried is moving right after, and the overwhelmingly sharp sensation of Siegfried pulling out of his aching, tight muscles has him wincing and whimpering. He's too sensitive right now, every rub of friction felt too intensely. Percival is manhandled with much ease, his exhausted body spent and his mind still riding on a light little high. Though a part of him wishes to drift off into a pleasant nap, the more compelling part of him considers the fact that Siegfried had not finished himself, and he doesn't want to break away before the other man can also experience that pleasure. Selfishly, he doesn't mind going on, even if most of the fibers in his body are exhausted and demand just a few minutes of reprieve. He knows he's oversensitive, so he can't be certain if the sensation will be too much for him to take, but he likes that feeling of allowing himself to be used - giving himself up for Siegfried to do as he pleases.
Weakly, he eases those position changes along, breathing hard against the sheets as he keeps his heavy gaze fixed on the man behind him. ]
Yes. Of course. [ He doesn't have much in him left to put on some posturing act of protest or feign annoyance. Right now he's at his most sincere, and at his core, Percival has always followed Siegfried's orders, submitting to him and placing in him all his trust. Obediently, he starts to push himself up to his hands and feed, movements weaker than usual from the exhaustion in his muscles. It's embarrassing, but he presents himself to Siegfried, even reaching back to spread his cheeks with a hand to allow easier penetration. ]
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Weakly, he eases those position changes along, breathing hard against the sheets as he keeps his heavy gaze fixed on the man behind him. ]
Yes. Of course. [ He doesn't have much in him left to put on some posturing act of protest or feign annoyance. Right now he's at his most sincere, and at his core, Percival has always followed Siegfried's orders, submitting to him and placing in him all his trust. Obediently, he starts to push himself up to his hands and feed, movements weaker than usual from the exhaustion in his muscles. It's embarrassing, but he presents himself to Siegfried, even reaching back to spread his cheeks with a hand to allow easier penetration. ]
I-I'm ready. Please go on.