[ The thrusts only get harder and faster as Siegfried chases his orgasm, and though Percival isn't quite as close he still relishes in the sensation of being pounded so harshly his face presses against the sheets and he bites them with little dignity. He doesn't want to think about what he looks like right now, one vulgar and debauched picture of nobility, and he's glad there's no one who can see him but Siegfried.
It's ecstasy for him as well when he feels the other man's hot seed filling him up, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot one final time before coming to a rest still inside him. There's cum he can feel at his deepest point, some dripping out of him and soiling the flesh of his thighs, but he doesn't find it disgusting. Rather, even if he hasn't come, he's sated, drunk on the fact that he was able to make Siegfried relinquish self-control. The other man called his name after all, and so unabashedly too.
His body's spent, and he finally falls to the sheets, lying there as his muscles recover. ]
It's rare that I see you lose such control. [ The hand still working at his cock makes him wince, but with how his body aches from being taken with such roughness, he hasn't quite come down from that mental high, still existing in a sated little bubble. Percival's lips curl and he reaches over to play with Siegfried's hair. ] I wish to see it again.
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It's ecstasy for him as well when he feels the other man's hot seed filling him up, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot one final time before coming to a rest still inside him. There's cum he can feel at his deepest point, some dripping out of him and soiling the flesh of his thighs, but he doesn't find it disgusting. Rather, even if he hasn't come, he's sated, drunk on the fact that he was able to make Siegfried relinquish self-control. The other man called his name after all, and so unabashedly too.
His body's spent, and he finally falls to the sheets, lying there as his muscles recover. ]
It's rare that I see you lose such control. [ The hand still working at his cock makes him wince, but with how his body aches from being taken with such roughness, he hasn't quite come down from that mental high, still existing in a sated little bubble. Percival's lips curl and he reaches over to play with Siegfried's hair. ] I wish to see it again.