[ Seeing Percival bent over for him like this, listening to him moan and ask for even more... Siegfried finds it more intoxicating than he ever thought possible. He presses harder into that warm heat, deeper, faster, indulging his cock with every bit of friction it wanted. He doesn't think he can desire the other man more, until the hardening cock in his hand proves otherwise. Percival wasn't simply obliging him. ]
Percival... [ He gasps, feeling himself being driven to the edge of madness every time he sinks into Percival, ruthless and greedy. This need is primal, unlike anything he's experienced with the other man, even given their tryst of the night before. He lets go of the other's hair suddenly, instead bracing his hand against his chest and pressing his own body to Percival's back. ] ... I'm close.
[ As much as he never wants this feeling to end, as feverish and drunk as he is on Percival's body, he has been driven to the edge. ]
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Percival... [ He gasps, feeling himself being driven to the edge of madness every time he sinks into Percival, ruthless and greedy. This need is primal, unlike anything he's experienced with the other man, even given their tryst of the night before. He lets go of the other's hair suddenly, instead bracing his hand against his chest and pressing his own body to Percival's back. ] ... I'm close.
[ As much as he never wants this feeling to end, as feverish and drunk as he is on Percival's body, he has been driven to the edge. ]