[ Everything in combination could have easily driven him over the edge, but it's meeting Percival's gaze with his own that makes his body grow weak and practically obedient to the other's permission. His own gaze is reverent, cloudy with ecstasy. Siegfried pummels into him and releases the last of the metaphorical reins on his body with sharp, rough movements that make his body tremble against the other man's. ]
Percival! [ His mind swims with nothing but thoughts of the other man— of his body, of his scent, of the sounds he makes, as he moves hard and fast to a desperate climax. He releases into him with another shuddering gasp of his name, filling him and selfishly staying buried inside of him until he's given him every last drop.
But even when his hips slow their movements, his hand does not, continuing to milk the other man even as Siegfried's breaths begin to steady again. ]
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Percival! [ His mind swims with nothing but thoughts of the other man— of his body, of his scent, of the sounds he makes, as he moves hard and fast to a desperate climax. He releases into him with another shuddering gasp of his name, filling him and selfishly staying buried inside of him until he's given him every last drop.
But even when his hips slow their movements, his hand does not, continuing to milk the other man even as Siegfried's breaths begin to steady again. ]