[ It's less of a stretch now that his hole has already been used, so Siegfried enters with lesser resistance, but the sensation still has Percival crying out, his already sensitive insides throbbing harder with the second intrusion. Too lost in the swarming mixture of pleasure and pain he's feeling, the sounds escaping from his lips become more unabashed than before, whimpers and moaning echoing through the walls of their humble home. The muscles of his thighs and hips are sore, aching still from the exertion before, but he pays them little mind, meeting Siegfried's reckless thrusts by thrusting himself back onto him.
The firm, calloused hand stroking his cock with roughness, demanding him hard again, feels painful in its delivery, sharp and relentless in what it wants from him. Still, both Percival's mind and body are happy to comply; though the sensitivity makes the touch painful, there's pleasure he derives from the sensation, from the knowledge that he's so desired, and his cock hardens gradually under Siegfried's ministrations.
His head is forced back, and though he's normally fussy about others pulling his hair, he doesn't mind this at all, relishing in being used to Siegfried's content. It's an odd thought to be crossing his mind in this moment, but he might do anything for this man. Anything at all.
The sincerity of his devotion betrays the shamelessness of what does come out of his mouth when he tries to speak. ] Of course, I -- Siegfried. Keep going ... Harder. It feels like I'm going to break, but I ... don't want you to stop.
[ He clutches onto the sheets for dear life, but continues to roll his hips into Siegfried, thrusting his cock into the man's hand and taking him deeper. ]
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The muscles of his thighs and hips are sore, aching still from the exertion before, but he pays them little mind, meeting Siegfried's reckless thrusts by thrusting himself back onto him.
The firm, calloused hand stroking his cock with roughness, demanding him hard again, feels painful in its delivery, sharp and relentless in what it wants from him. Still, both Percival's mind and body are happy to comply; though the sensitivity makes the touch painful, there's pleasure he derives from the sensation, from the knowledge that he's so desired, and his cock hardens gradually under Siegfried's ministrations.
His head is forced back, and though he's normally fussy about others pulling his hair, he doesn't mind this at all, relishing in being used to Siegfried's content. It's an odd thought to be crossing his mind in this moment, but he might do anything for this man. Anything at all.
The sincerity of his devotion betrays the shamelessness of what does come out of his mouth when he tries to speak. ] Of course, I -- Siegfried. Keep going ... Harder. It feels like I'm going to break, but I ... don't want you to stop.
[ He clutches onto the sheets for dear life, but continues to roll his hips into Siegfried, thrusting his cock into the man's hand and taking him deeper. ]