[ Even now, he's wondering if he's going to wake up at any moment. The reality of seeing Percival in this light still doesn't strike him as anything possibly real, even if the hands clutching at his hair and the warmth radiating between his legs is very real. He still hopes this isn't something one or the both of them may regret, but it also feels oddly natural to move like this.
They have always known each other's bodies, have worked well together in battlegrounds to anticipate the other's move. This is merely a very perverse extension of that. ]
Would you hate me if I told you that it is? [ He murmurs. He pauses what he's doing to pull away briefly and open one of the nightstand drawers next to them, retrieving lube.
He doesn't open it yet, but when he comes back he does finally take Percival's cock into his mouth, slowly— inch by torturous inch. ]
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They have always known each other's bodies, have worked well together in battlegrounds to anticipate the other's move. This is merely a very perverse extension of that. ]
Would you hate me if I told you that it is? [ He murmurs. He pauses what he's doing to pull away briefly and open one of the nightstand drawers next to them, retrieving lube.
He doesn't open it yet, but when he comes back he does finally take Percival's cock into his mouth, slowly— inch by torturous inch. ]