[ It might be a result of the both of them becoming used to each other's bodies, but Siegfried seems to find that sweet spot inside of him easily, driving his cock relentlessly against it in a way that makes Percival gasp and tremble. By now he's sore and aching all over, knees barely staying upright, but cock driving into him and the fingers stroking at his groin is well worth the exertion. There's a pride that he feels when Siegfried admits his state of being, and he pettily lauds himself for being the one to get him there.
The weight against his back is enough to make his elbows give way, his chest tumbling into the sheets, but he keeps his hips raised for the other man to use them. Clutching onto the sheets, he looks over his shoulder, eyes both adoring and clouded with arousal. ]
Then come, Siegfried ... [ With a bit more shame: ] You may do so ... inside.
no subject
The weight against his back is enough to make his elbows give way, his chest tumbling into the sheets, but he keeps his hips raised for the other man to use them. Clutching onto the sheets, he looks over his shoulder, eyes both adoring and clouded with arousal. ]
Then come, Siegfried ... [ With a bit more shame: ] You may do so ... inside.