[ Buried fully within Percival's body, he only has so much self-control.
That self-control all but shatters at such a simple word. Please, he says, and all of his patience dissolves just a little further with each steady thrust. Coupled with the feeling of being pulled closer, deeper, he cannot fight his own urgency, and he groans. ]
You plead, as if you're giving me any other choice...
[ He sounds a bit exasperated, if only because Percival may not be a fragile maiden, but he did want to enjoy this moment for as long as he could. Alas, his own body is beginning to betray him.
He sinks into him. Rougher, greedier, increasingly insistent. Finally, he's letting himself satisfy his own hunger, joining their mouths together as he fucks him harder.
Siegfried reaches between them and takes Percival's cock into his grasp, stroking his length in time with the movement of their bodies. A combination reward and punishment for how demanding his lover is. ]
[ Though it's what he had demanded, nothing can quite prepare him for the ride that comes. He can feel every inch of the other man's cock as those hips slap against his thighs in one lewd sound, each press of Siegfried in his deepest spot an intense sensation like nothing he's ever felt. He hasn't had many lovers in his lifetime, but he did have a little experience in his youth, and no one he's been with has shown him this amount of passion. With each thrust he can feel Siegfried's desire for him, and Percival has nothing but revere for the other man's strength and power. It's addictive to be treated this way, to be the sole focus of Siegfried's attention and melt in his sturdy grip.
The fingers stroking at his length is practically torture, edging him closer and closer to that climax he knows is coming. Though he often has a lot to say, he finds himself unable to speak in this moment, too overwhelmed by the triple threat of being fucked, stroked and kissed so passionately. Percival holds on for dear life, well-manicured fingernails digging into the muscles of Siegfried's back, leaving red welts and scratch marks as evidence of their tryst. There isn't much he can do but take each thrust, and that he does, gripping Siegfried's body close in his straddle and rolling his hips back against him. With equal passion he kisses the other man, exploring his mouth and nibbling lightly at his lower lip. The whole ordeal has him quite giddy, like he's light-headed and in the clouds. ]
[ For a man renowned for his patience and composure, Siegfried lacks both of those things, lost to the feeling of taking everything Percival has to offer. Every wave of pleasure is higher than the next as he sinks into him repeatedly, throaty moans lost in the other's mouth. He can't help but wonder if he isn't being too reckless, if he isn't accidentally hurting the other man. But he can't entertain the thought for more than a brief moment. It feels too good to stop. They can't possibly stop. ]
Percival... [ He can't continue hanging on. Not when he can scarcely keep his eyes open, overwhelmed by the sight of the other man, completely unwound and lost to the throes of passion because of him. ] I can't...
[ He can't go on much further, and also can't finish that thought, apparently. ]
You are not to stop ... [ He doesn't actually have any authority to be ordering Siegfried around, so his words come as more of a plea, his desperation evident in the way his nails dig hard into the other man's firm back. He knows he's close as well - even more so than Siegfried, with all the attention he had been paid before. Legs locked around the other man's hips, he forces them into a rough and reckless pace, driving his hips against Siegfried's body, taking his full length in repeatedly even if the stretch and press of that cock inside him forces him to groan and cry out. ]
I did not think it could feel like this -- aah! [ With one harsh roll of the hips he takes Siegfried inside him again, and the sensation forces him to throw his head back, moaning loudly as he's finally driven off the edge. His hard cock, already dripping wet with pre from all that continuous attention, spills its seed shamelessly against Siegfried's fingers and abdomen. ]
[ Percival could have asked him to perform any manner of things, and Siegfried would have complied if it meant he got to continue having him like this. Thankfully, the request is the most natural thing in the world to fulfill, because continuing on is something he doesn't think he could stop doing if he tried.
And it's the feeling of Percival tense around him, of hot cum coating his fingers, that sends fire through his veins and makes his mind swim with pleasure. He groans and clutches onto the other man as if for dear life as he climaxes, as if Percival were his earthly anchor.
He spills himself into Percival, not once loosening his possessive embrace. Not even when he's finished. He merely slumps downward a bit, the hold on the other's chest melding into more of a proper hug. ]
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That self-control all but shatters at such a simple word. Please, he says, and all of his patience dissolves just a little further with each steady thrust. Coupled with the feeling of being pulled closer, deeper, he cannot fight his own urgency, and he groans. ]
You plead, as if you're giving me any other choice...
[ He sounds a bit exasperated, if only because Percival may not be a fragile maiden, but he did want to enjoy this moment for as long as he could. Alas, his own body is beginning to betray him.
He sinks into him. Rougher, greedier, increasingly insistent. Finally, he's letting himself satisfy his own hunger, joining their mouths together as he fucks him harder.
Siegfried reaches between them and takes Percival's cock into his grasp, stroking his length in time with the movement of their bodies. A combination reward and punishment for how demanding his lover is. ]
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The fingers stroking at his length is practically torture, edging him closer and closer to that climax he knows is coming. Though he often has a lot to say, he finds himself unable to speak in this moment, too overwhelmed by the triple threat of being fucked, stroked and kissed so passionately. Percival holds on for dear life, well-manicured fingernails digging into the muscles of Siegfried's back, leaving red welts and scratch marks as evidence of their tryst. There isn't much he can do but take each thrust, and that he does, gripping Siegfried's body close in his straddle and rolling his hips back against him. With equal passion he kisses the other man, exploring his mouth and nibbling lightly at his lower lip. The whole ordeal has him quite giddy, like he's light-headed and in the clouds. ]
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Percival... [ He can't continue hanging on. Not when he can scarcely keep his eyes open, overwhelmed by the sight of the other man, completely unwound and lost to the throes of passion because of him. ] I can't...
[ He can't go on much further, and also can't finish that thought, apparently. ]
—I'm too close...
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I did not think it could feel like this -- aah! [ With one harsh roll of the hips he takes Siegfried inside him again, and the sensation forces him to throw his head back, moaning loudly as he's finally driven off the edge. His hard cock, already dripping wet with pre from all that continuous attention, spills its seed shamelessly against Siegfried's fingers and abdomen. ]
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And it's the feeling of Percival tense around him, of hot cum coating his fingers, that sends fire through his veins and makes his mind swim with pleasure. He groans and clutches onto the other man as if for dear life as he climaxes, as if Percival were his earthly anchor.
He spills himself into Percival, not once loosening his possessive embrace. Not even when he's finished. He merely slumps downward a bit, the hold on the other's chest melding into more of a proper hug. ]