[ They could fall into an endless spell like this, and simply never leave this bed. Siegfried kisses him and works his cock as hungrily as he'd done so the night before, and then this morning— he doesn't think he will tire of any of this anytime soon. Not when his lips can drink in the subtle change in his breathing, or when he knows that the twitch of Percival's cock within his grasp is because of him.
He pays extra attention to the underside of his tip, teasing and pressing down on the sensitive flesh with each quick stroke. ]
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He pays extra attention to the underside of his tip, teasing and pressing down on the sensitive flesh with each quick stroke. ]