[ It's not long before the careful and relentless attention does bring him over the edge. With a low moan, Percival feels that familiar wave of pleasure rocking through him, sharper and more intense with how it's only been minutes since he had felt it last. His body is forced into an arch back, and he grips Siegfried's hand through the overwhelming sensation, gasping and breathing hard. ]
Siegfried! [ He calls out the other man's name in one desperate moan, and his mouth hangs open for a few seconds, expression dazed dumbfounded in a manner very unlike himself. He continues to lie there, reeling in the intensity of the orgasm that had just travelled through his body.
Finally, his body relaxes, and he head slumps against the pillow, aching and exhaustion creeping in from how much he's put his body through in the span of one morning. Though he's tired beyond belief, and it shows in the way he lays there limp and boneless, eyes barely staying open, the fussy part of Percival does take notice of their general state of being. ]
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Siegfried! [ He calls out the other man's name in one desperate moan, and his mouth hangs open for a few seconds, expression dazed dumbfounded in a manner very unlike himself. He continues to lie there, reeling in the intensity of the orgasm that had just travelled through his body.
Finally, his body relaxes, and he head slumps against the pillow, aching and exhaustion creeping in from how much he's put his body through in the span of one morning. Though he's tired beyond belief, and it shows in the way he lays there limp and boneless, eyes barely staying open, the fussy part of Percival does take notice of their general state of being. ]
... We're filthy.