[ he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy pressing Percival's buttons, just a little bit, sometimes. He leans into that hand even if it pinches him for being an ass, closing his eyes and looking peaceful as always. Smiling, even. ]
No. I can prove to you that I appreciate you the way you are, if you'd like.
[ He rolls his hips up against Percival's, playful, but, well, there's no hiding the fact that he's already hardening beneath the weight of Percival's ass straddling his groin. ]
[ Such a gentle man he's reined in... That thought graces Percy's mind as he watches the warm and tranquil expression on Siegfried's face, and he's feeling enchanted by the curve of his lips and the gold of his eyes. Are those feelings of fondness simply a farce, brought on by some post-coital interaction in the brain? He's not qualified to answer that, but they're present all the same. It's hard to keep that fondness from showing on his face, as much as he tries to purse his lips.
The stiffness poking at his ass, the beginnings of arousal, is noticed immediately, Percival tensing up as the sensation. It's definitely a risque thing, but exciting all the same to know riling Siegfried up was as simple a feat as pressing their bodies together. ]
Hmph. You were never this impatient. [ Only in this aspect, apparently. Percy doesn't have much room to be scolding because his own cock is also stirring. ] Fine ... I know you keep your word.
[ Fingers ghost up Siegfried's jaw, a thumb pressing against his lip. Percy's other hand also continues its exploration, fingers rubbing at Siegfried's nipple. Basically #horny??? anyway appreciate him he's a queen bitch ]
[ What are they doing? Siegfried still doesn't know. All he knows is that looking up and being treated to such an alluring sight doesn't seem real. Tomorrow, he'd wake up, and their friendship would be back to what it was before, without the Nameless City to complicate it.
But right now, he is in this dream, and that playful scolding and the touch against his lips is everything. ]
And you were never this shameless, so I suppose we're even. [ He teases back, even if Percival may take that jest seriously, too. It's hard not to rib him, now that they have nothing left to hide. His breath hitches as Percival plays with his nipple, lips parting to draw his finger in.
The shameless one right now is him, tongue swirling suggestively around that thumb, lips curling around it with light pressure, a reminder of how he'd tasted Percival last night.
But he won't simply tease: his hands are already pulling down on the other's underwear, freeing his cock, waistband around his thighs. I'm godmodding them into sleeping in their undies because I don't feel like dealing with clothes. ]
You --! [ He's feeling affronted at being called shameless by Siegfried, but the blustering complaint dies in the throat when the other man starts his very suggestive display, tongue flicking at Percival's finger and lips taking them in. It's definitely risque, with how it pulls up mental images of what had transpired the night before. ]
Tch. I hardly think you have any right to call me that. [ But if Siegfried had an ulterior motive behind licking his thumb in that suggestive way, it's working, Percival's cock stirring to the point of stiffness too eagerly as a result. He allows his underwear to be pulled down, cock popping out shamelessly and feeling too sensitive against the cool air. Percival eventually threads his legs out of that last garment, finding its presence a hindrance in his current state of mind. He feels the same way about Siegfried's undergarment. Sitting on that hardening bulge and feeling it poke against his rear was ... a racy sensation, bringing up memories of the overwhelming sensation of taking it the night before, but it's also nothing but a tease. ]
... You also. Off with it. [ Growing impatient, he helps that along, tugging down that underwear behind him so Siegfried's length slips out in turn. There's a moment taken to take in the lewd sensation of Siegfried's cock lined up against the curve of his ass, teasing him with its warmth but not quite giving him what he wants. ]
[ He's right, he can't exactly deny being shameless, not after that little display on Percival's fingers, and not when his dick is visibly hard after the barest of attention from the other man. He blames the memories fresh in his mind from last night, yet unable to come to terms with the fact that maybe he and Percival are extremely compatible.
Well, they're partners now, so it's fine, right?
Siegfried shifts to make it easier to remove his underwear and clumsily kicks it off his ankles, sighing when his groin hits the cool air. His hips buck slightly at the tease of feeling Percival's so perfectly and suggestively placed, growing increasingly impatient.
He looks up at the comfortably seated knight, smiling wryly. ]
I know that you're a fan of your fine clothes, but I think I've decided I like you best like this.
[ So how's that for your fashion advice, MISTER???
He reaches up to explore the other's chest with his palms, cheekily pinching a nipple along the way. ]
[ The mood's considerably different from before; relaxed, comfortable but with that hint of an edge that's the reason his groin continues to stir. The press against his nipple has Percival closing his eyes, face flushing as he leans into that erotic sensation. With that curve of his torso, his hips shift in turn, bare flesh of his thighs rubbing against the cock he's sitting on.
Siegfried's comment was definitely said in jest, but with the way Percival is, he takes everything said to him very seriously. ]
Are you asking that I walk around naked? Even for you, I cannot do that. [ Exhibitionism isn't his on his card but if it were it'd be a hard card to fulfil .......... ]
[ Percival desires more of that touch, so he rests his hand over Siegfried's, urging him to continue playing with his chest. ]
[ It's both reassuring and satisfying that his touch is able to get Percival so visibly riled up. He doesn't mind the teasing, the barest touch of the other's thigh against his cock, shivering as he fights back urgency. ]
That's alright. Undressing you is nice, too.
[ In fact, it's good for him to let his mind wander while Percival is clothed, to leave some things reserved for special times like these.
He complies with the other's silent request, catching his nipple between thumb and forefinger and teasing it slowly.
He shifts and pushes himself upward, propping himself up with his free hand. Teasing Percival with his fingers isn't enough— he searches for his other nipple with his mouth, drawing in the tight nub and flickering the tip of his tongue. ]
[ Though Siegfried's words embarrass him, he can't deny that feeling of pride that the person he's been drawn to for so long desires him so. His wordless requests are well-heeded, and it's nice to be so eagerly attended to, like their dance of desires is mutual. The physical sensation certainly isn't anything to complain about, the pleasure of having his nipple pinched and rolled against the pads of Siegfried's fingers reaching directly to his stiff cock. He's all but overwhelmed when the other man leans up to take that hard nub in his lips, the mere sight erotic enough to get him going. There's a warm tongue caressing the sensitive skin, and Percival can't help but cry out, high-pitched whimpers escaping from the back of his throat. ]
This -- [ It's too good. At this point his cock is itching unbearably, and his reaches down to take it, pumping himself. His hips start to roll, relishing in those teasing moments Siegfried's cock brushes up against his entrance. ] K-Keep going.
[ Who would have known this was such an erogenous zone for the other man? Siegfried is finding that there's still so much to uncover about him, for all the years they've spent together. Maybe that's why his tits are out all the time, cause he specifically wants attention on them, hMM.
Siegfried is more than happy to oblige when Percival is utterly honest about his desire. Knowing that the other man can't help but touch himself (he'd touch him himself, if his hands weren't preoccupied) is exhilarating. His mouth closes over the nipple, his fingers working the other.
Spurred by the encouragement to give him even more sensation, the nibble becomes a bite, sharp and quick, and the gentle toying of his fingers becomes a brief tug. ]
[ Percival's hips continue to grind against Siegfried's cock, pumping himself shamelessly and with more fervor as the attention to his chest heightens his state of arousal. His free hand shifts up to the back of Siegfried's head, running fingers through his hair and urging more of that nipple into his mouth. Then, the bite comes, as Percival lets out a gasp, tugging at those brown locks. ]
Nngh! [ His eyes squeeze into a close at the sudden rough contact, that flash of pain felt at his chest. Yet, rather than feel compelled to pull away, there's an odd sort of exhilaration, like that pain had only served to intensify the accompanying pleasure. There's a stunned look, his face still flushed. ]
I'm becoming a deviant too quickly... [ wtf. guess he's into pain now. ]
[ He wonders if he's gotten too reckless, too fueled by the desire to make Percival become even more unwound than he had the night before. As for himself, he enjoys the sudden pulling of his hair and the pain that comes with it. But this is something that even in his limited sexual experience before this land, he'd always known about himself.
It gave him the same sort of adrenaline that going into battle did.
But he's apprehensive about Percival, even when he gasps and doesn't pull away. Siegfried looks up at him, eyes lined with concern. ]
[ Percival's the type to push forward on things even if they're difficult or painful, but due of the nature of the act and the impact it could have on their overall relationship he's certain that Siegfried would want him to be honest at all times. Out of respect for the other man, that's what he's decided to do, and he would certainly tell Siegfried if there's anything he didn't like. The bite was painful, but didn't quite fall under that category. ] You know I'm not fragile. I can handle a lot more than that.
[ Posturing. He relents soon after, because he also knows Siegfried's being careful because of the nature of the act. Percival's voice goes quieter and more hesitant, his gaze fixed away as the red in his face seems to deepen. ]
Perhaps, I also enjoyed it. [ It got his heart racing, blood pumping. There's more hesitance in his voice. He doesn't want Siegfried to think he's a unseemly. ] If you ... wish to be rougher while we're together ...
[ The first protest leaves lingering doubt in Siegfried's mind. Percival has always been the type to pummel forward, suppressing any discomfort and pretending like everything remains fine, and that seems to be the case here. But he has to trust the other man wouldn't do that when it comes to something so sensitive, when he has no one to impress, because he hopes he's made it clear that he wants Percival in any way Percival will give himself to him.
Percival seems to sense some of that, or at least feel a need to elaborate, and that is much more convincing. His nerves stand on end when he admits that he enjoyed it. He wants to desecrate that perfect body of his, good god he wants to, but only if it means Percival enjoys himself, too.
He presses light kisses to Percival's chest, a stark contrast to the hungry bite of mere seconds ago. ]
Alright. [ He murmurs, growing quiet and thoughtful. ] From now on, you can say "yellow" if you'd like me to slow down or inflict less pain.
[ He looks up to meet the other's gaze again. ]
"Red", and I will stop. Does that sound agreeable? [ safe words... sexy ]
[ It's not a bad system. He doesn't want Siegfried to be walking on eggshells with him, especially when he does believe there's little he can't take. What Percival wants is for Siegfried to enjoy himself to the fullest, to enjoy his body and the time they spend together. Perhaps that is more of a selfish desire than a giving one, given that there's a part of him that's reveling in the idea of being used by the other man, being so desired that Siegfried relinquishes composure and takes him without ceremony. It's such a shameful way to feel, he's surprised at himself when the thoughts grace his mind. ]
I see the merit in this system. [ So serious, when on the inside he's aching for Siegfried to grab or bite or tease him again. Looking down at him, Percival runs fingers through Siegfried's hair, patting him with affection. ] I suppose, since we are in agreement ...
[ Satisfied, he leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips before resuming.
Well, his hands also take a small detour first. Siegfried doesn't immediately return his attention to Percival's chest— he reaches over towards their nightstand to grab the bottle of lube they'd abandoned there the night before.
Still holding it, he shifts so that his mouth wraps around the other nipple, creating firm suction before once again biting down sharply.
All the while, he pops open that bottle and coats his fingers, lowering his hand between Percival's legs, past his cock, searching for that hole he's already yearning to bury himself in once more. The first bite is punctuated with a second, longer one, breath growing shallower at the way the nub stiffens and swells in his mouth. ]
[ The suction has him squirming in Siegfried's lap, the cock pressed up against his stomach stiffening in a desperate ache. The bite forces him to cry out, grabbing hold of Siegfried's back as his nails dig in. There's pure adrenaline that comes with that bout of pain, and leaving himself in the hands of a person he trusts so much is a gratifyingly intimate affair.
The sight of the bottle fills him with some anticipating thoughts. Already, Percival's shifting his hips into a tilt in that lap, parting his thighs wider so he's spread and his entrance is easier to access. The second bite gives him that same flash of pain, but it's also such a tease, Siegfried's teeth catching his nipple between them and tugging it in that erotic way. When he glances down and sees the abused nub within the other man's teeth, it's pushing him a little over the edge. ]
Right here. [ Hands over Siegfried's, he guides him to where he wants to be touched, spreading his legs wider and moving the man's hand between them. When he feels the tip of a finger graze his hole, the throbbing inside is near instant. ] I believe, you should know what I want ...
[ It's embarrassing to say it but it can certainly be inferred. ]
[ Siegfried pauses the attention to Percival's nipples when the other guides his hand towards his entrance, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of him so forward and shameless. It undid years of the image he's sculpted of Percival in his mind, but this Percival? Perhaps he prefers him like this.
His body certainly does. His cock is stiff with need, already hungrily to replace his fingers before they've even pushed inside of Percival. ]
Do I? I'm not sure. You may have to be more specific.
[ But he obliges, at least for the moment, slipping a slick finger into his ass. Already, he's more insistent than he was last night, pushing past the instinctive resistance the other's body offers. He explores him hungrily, steadily in and out, mind racing with desire at how warm and inviting his ass feels.
He reclaims a swollen nipple with his mouth, sucking on it harshly while a second finger pushes inside. ]
Don't play daft. [ His hand is literally holding Siegfried's between his thighs. There is simply no room for interpretation. Thankfully, his impatience is sated when Siegfried ceases his teasing, giving Percy exactly what he had asked for.
With their debauchery the night before, Percival's way more relaxed now, muscles slightly accustomed to the invasion. The fit is still tight, the second digit approaching a level of discomfort, but it's not a sensation he shies away from. Rather, he's flooded with the memory of taking Siegfried's cock the night before, the heat and pleasure of being stretched to his limit. This time, they've also agreed to let loose, and just the thought of that rough treatment has his blood pumping with need and adrenaline. The attention to his hard and abused nipple only spurs him on, the sensation going right to his stiff cock.
Percival moves his thighs, shifting them so his knees press onto the bed and lifting the rest of his body higher. With one impatient roll of the hips, he plunges his body down, taking Siegfried's two invading fingers in, riding them while imagining the other man's actual length in their place. The ache he feels inside him really has him going, his neck arching as soft whimpers escape his throat. ]
[ The sight of Percival like this, utterly comfortable, or at least more comfortable than he had been last night, with letting go and indulging himself in whatever arrangement they'd just agreed on. He has no doubt that he feels the same, the doubts over what this would mean for their years-long friendship dissipating with each indulgent movement of Percival's ass rutting into his fingers. He's mesmerized, eager to draw out more of those little whimpers and etch their song into his memory, teeth working on one nipple, and then the next, intent to do just that.
Although, he slowly draws his fingers out of him, resting them on his hips instead. ]
Ah... I can only guess, Percival. Could this be what you want?
[ His breath hitches in his throat as he pauses the bites on the other's chest to grip his own cock, poising it at the other's ass and teasing the hole. The tip of him just barely grazes along the tight muscle, leaving a slight trail of precum. ]
No, it doesn't seem like it.
[ He murmurs, drawing his cock back and nestling it between Percival's cheeks. Even that sends a shiver down his spine. ]
[ The teeth grazing over his nipples send little jolts of pleasure directly to his cock, making him yearn for more. He was enjoying the sensation of Siegfried's long fingers pressing up against his insides as well, and the whine that he lets out when he's robbed of that feeling is an immediate thing. It seems like he'll be treated to the real deal soon after, however, and not just have to continuously rut the man's fingers deeper into him in search for that overwhelming sensation he had felt from the night before. The internal throb is near immediate when he can feel the tip brush against his role, erotically slick, but then it's gone, and he's left with that disappointing emptiness.
It's still racy to have Siegfried's cock wedged between his cheeks, but this is nowhere near enough. ] Siegfried!
[ Peeved, Percival frowns and sweeps Siegfried's hand away from his own groin. He grabs that cock with little ceremony, deciding to handle it himself since the other man finds some entertainment in making him impatient. ] I see I'll have to do it on my own.
[ More forward than he's ever been, but that's the power of making Percival petulant. Spreading himself with the other hand, he poses Siegfried's tip toward his entrance, taking the man inside him. The stretch is painful, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut and whine, but in that satisfying way that doesn't make him feel like stopping. Breathing harder, he takes the inches in until he's able to sit on Siegfried's lap, shivering slightly at the sensation of having that cock pressing up at his deepest point. ]
[ This is exactly what he wants, so (un)fortunately, Percival falls right for his trap. What he doesn't expect is for Percival to move so quickly, to scarcely give him time to inhale properly before he buries himself deep on his cock, the sudden movement making his eyes widen as a burst of sensation shoots up his spine.
He groans, immediately captivated by all of the little sounds the other man makes. It isn't an easy feat, but for all of the discomfort Percival has suffered, the heat of the other's ass feels so good that it makes his mind momentarily swim with need.
Siegfried laughs, a bit out of breath already. ]
I see. I understand now.
[ As a reward for Percival being so forthcoming, he grips the other's hips firmly, holding him in place and thrusting up and down, plunging into that wet heat with slow, deep strokes.
Never once does he take his eyes off Percival's face, craving every change in his expression, every sound made just for him. ]
[ Having Siegfried inside him was a tight mess of sensations, both pleasure and pain. When the man beneath him starts to move, thrusting into him and forcing his tight muscles to spread with each roll of the hips, it steadily pushes him further and further off the edge. It feels like he's being impaled, a discomfort from within with every frot of that cock against his inner walls, but it's that sharp sensation that has him gasping for more; that addicting ache from within. When he thinks about how he'll continue to feel that ache throughout the day and be reminded of their love-making, the thought only arouses him deeper, the nerves of his cock and inner walls firing up.
The handling's rough, but it's that adrenaline that he enjoys, the physical sensation of being filled and the mental stimulation that comes with being overwhelmed by such a powerful presence. He could surely get addicted to this barrage of endorphins, sensation and emotion. Though Siegfried has his hips fixed in place with his hands, Percival still tries to move, selfishly seeking that ache and angling his hips in different ways so that one sweet spot is pressed up against. He's a mess at this point, moaning loudly and gripping onto Siegfried's hair for dear life as he rides the man recklessly. ]
There ... [ He breathes out, gasping as the tip of that cock pushes up deep inside him and brushes against a good spot. Long abandoning any conservative farce, he encourages Siegfried on with breathy little persuasions. ] Please. Right there.
[ Not even in the deadliest battles had Percival ever lost his composure like this. Siegfried finds it extremely difficult to form any sort of coherent thought, his mind swimming with desire, sensation, reverence for the man above him. He's most beautiful like this, grabbing whatever he can of Siegfried, and Siegfried retaliates, gasping at the sensation of Percival drawing his cock in and out of himself with little restraint.
He removes his hold from Percival's hips, instead reaching up to frame the other's face with his palms. ]
Keep going. [ He groans, lost in the feeling of Percival. He slips his thumb between Percival's parted lips, shamelessly exploring his mouth. ]
Use me. Come for me, Percival. [ He whispers, fighting himself from getting too close to the brink of pleasure. The way Percival's hips move and take his pleasure, it's nearly impossible. ]
[ The thumb invading his mouth gives him another delightful bit of mental stimulation, and Percival takes it in, sucking lightly and obediently as his hips continue to work. In a perverse part of his mind he considers how it would feel to take Siegfried's cock in his mouth the same way, offering up his body so that this man he reveres can reach the height of pleasure. There's some stimulation from that thought alone, providing that service and allowing himself to be used, and it goes right to his cock, making every part of him more sensitive.
He wouldn't normally take orders from others, often assuming authority for himself in most situations, but Siegfried is a special case. It's hard to shake off the desire to please him, to do a good job, because he's had this pervasive desire since his teens. Though he can't speak with that thumb in his mouth, his countenance is both compliant and distracted as he keeps chasing that high. He'll use Siegfried, just as he wants to be used by him, and there's a willing nod in response, his mouth preoccupied by taking in more of Siegfried's thumb. Percival rises again, plunging himself down with careless force as the painful ache of the stretch and the pleasure of being completely filled extinguishes every attempt at conscious thought. He's all carnal desire now, groaning and whimpering with little dignity as he angles his hips again so the tip hits him where it feels the nicest, taking the entirety of Siegfried with every wanton roll of the hips. He can feel his cock aching for any kind of contact, but he refuses it, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible and come without being touched. ]
[ Siegfried wants to touch him. Percival's cock is practically begging for it. But he decides he likes this sight too much, reveling for the moment in the vision of Percival fucking himself on Siegfried's cock, his own member bobbing up and down enticingly with each harsh thrust.
He feels his body tense with each movement of the other's hips, shivers running down his spine and threatening to take away the last shred of sanity keeping him in control.
He moans, voice dripping with desire and nearly unable to take the sight of Percival sucking on his finger. He wants to stay there, encased by both the wet and inviting warmth of his mouth and ass, but there are other ways he wants to touch him. So he leaves Percival's mouth, instead trailing his hands down the other's neck, to his chest, and back to giving his nipples a harsh pull. ]
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No. I can prove to you that I appreciate you the way you are, if you'd like.
[ He rolls his hips up against Percival's, playful, but, well, there's no hiding the fact that he's already hardening beneath the weight of Percival's ass straddling his groin. ]
cant believe we have two smuts concurrently
The stiffness poking at his ass, the beginnings of arousal, is noticed immediately, Percival tensing up as the sensation. It's definitely a risque thing, but exciting all the same to know riling Siegfried up was as simple a feat as pressing their bodies together. ]
Hmph. You were never this impatient. [ Only in this aspect, apparently. Percy doesn't have much room to be scolding because his own cock is also stirring. ] Fine ... I know you keep your word.
[ Fingers ghost up Siegfried's jaw, a thumb pressing against his lip. Percy's other hand also continues its exploration, fingers rubbing at Siegfried's nipple. Basically #horny??? anyway appreciate him he's a queen bitch ]
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But right now, he is in this dream, and that playful scolding and the touch against his lips is everything. ]
And you were never this shameless, so I suppose we're even. [ He teases back, even if Percival may take that jest seriously, too. It's hard not to rib him, now that they have nothing left to hide. His breath hitches as Percival plays with his nipple, lips parting to draw his finger in.
The shameless one right now is him, tongue swirling suggestively around that thumb, lips curling around it with light pressure, a reminder of how he'd tasted Percival last night.
But he won't simply tease: his hands are already pulling down on the other's underwear, freeing his cock, waistband around his thighs. I'm godmodding them into sleeping in their undies because I don't feel like dealing with clothes. ]
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Tch. I hardly think you have any right to call me that. [ But if Siegfried had an ulterior motive behind licking his thumb in that suggestive way, it's working, Percival's cock stirring to the point of stiffness too eagerly as a result. He allows his underwear to be pulled down, cock popping out shamelessly and feeling too sensitive against the cool air. Percival eventually threads his legs out of that last garment, finding its presence a hindrance in his current state of mind. He feels the same way about Siegfried's undergarment. Sitting on that hardening bulge and feeling it poke against his rear was ... a racy sensation, bringing up memories of the overwhelming sensation of taking it the night before, but it's also nothing but a tease. ]
... You also. Off with it. [ Growing impatient, he helps that along, tugging down that underwear behind him so Siegfried's length slips out in turn. There's a moment taken to take in the lewd sensation of Siegfried's cock lined up against the curve of his ass, teasing him with its warmth but not quite giving him what he wants. ]
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[ He's right, he can't exactly deny being shameless, not after that little display on Percival's fingers, and not when his dick is visibly hard after the barest of attention from the other man. He blames the memories fresh in his mind from last night, yet unable to come to terms with the fact that maybe he and Percival are extremely compatible.
Well, they're partners now, so it's fine, right?
Siegfried shifts to make it easier to remove his underwear and clumsily kicks it off his ankles, sighing when his groin hits the cool air. His hips buck slightly at the tease of feeling Percival's so perfectly and suggestively placed, growing increasingly impatient.
He looks up at the comfortably seated knight, smiling wryly. ]
I know that you're a fan of your fine clothes, but I think I've decided I like you best like this.
[ So how's that for your fashion advice, MISTER???
He reaches up to explore the other's chest with his palms, cheekily pinching a nipple along the way. ]
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Siegfried's comment was definitely said in jest, but with the way Percival is, he takes everything said to him very seriously. ]
Are you asking that I walk around naked? Even for you, I cannot do that. [ Exhibitionism isn't his on his card but if it were it'd be a hard card to fulfil .......... ]
[ Percival desires more of that touch, so he rests his hand over Siegfried's, urging him to continue playing with his chest. ]
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That's alright. Undressing you is nice, too.
[ In fact, it's good for him to let his mind wander while Percival is clothed, to leave some things reserved for special times like these.
He complies with the other's silent request, catching his nipple between thumb and forefinger and teasing it slowly.
He shifts and pushes himself upward, propping himself up with his free hand. Teasing Percival with his fingers isn't enough— he searches for his other nipple with his mouth, drawing in the tight nub and flickering the tip of his tongue. ]
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This -- [ It's too good. At this point his cock is itching unbearably, and his reaches down to take it, pumping himself. His hips start to roll, relishing in those teasing moments Siegfried's cock brushes up against his entrance. ] K-Keep going.
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Siegfried is more than happy to oblige when Percival is utterly honest about his desire. Knowing that the other man can't help but touch himself (he'd touch him himself, if his hands weren't preoccupied) is exhilarating. His mouth closes over the nipple, his fingers working the other.
Spurred by the encouragement to give him even more sensation, the nibble becomes a bite, sharp and quick, and the gentle toying of his fingers becomes a brief tug. ]
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Nngh! [ His eyes squeeze into a close at the sudden rough contact, that flash of pain felt at his chest. Yet, rather than feel compelled to pull away, there's an odd sort of exhilaration, like that pain had only served to intensify the accompanying pleasure. There's a stunned look, his face still flushed. ]
I'm becoming a deviant too quickly... [ wtf. guess he's into pain now. ]
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It gave him the same sort of adrenaline that going into battle did.
But he's apprehensive about Percival, even when he gasps and doesn't pull away. Siegfried looks up at him, eyes lined with concern. ]
Was that too much?
[ or not ENOUGH?? ]
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[ Posturing. He relents soon after, because he also knows Siegfried's being careful because of the nature of the act. Percival's voice goes quieter and more hesitant, his gaze fixed away as the red in his face seems to deepen. ]
Perhaps, I also enjoyed it. [ It got his heart racing, blood pumping. There's more hesitance in his voice. He doesn't want Siegfried to think he's a unseemly. ] If you ... wish to be rougher while we're together ...
[ He definitely doesn't mind. ]
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Percival seems to sense some of that, or at least feel a need to elaborate, and that is much more convincing. His nerves stand on end when he admits that he enjoyed it. He wants to desecrate that perfect body of his, good god he wants to, but only if it means Percival enjoys himself, too.
He presses light kisses to Percival's chest, a stark contrast to the hungry bite of mere seconds ago. ]
Alright. [ He murmurs, growing quiet and thoughtful. ] From now on, you can say "yellow" if you'd like me to slow down or inflict less pain.
[ He looks up to meet the other's gaze again. ]
"Red", and I will stop. Does that sound agreeable? [ safe words... sexy ]
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I see the merit in this system. [ So serious, when on the inside he's aching for Siegfried to grab or bite or tease him again. Looking down at him, Percival runs fingers through Siegfried's hair, patting him with affection. ] I suppose, since we are in agreement ...
[ He's impatient. ] Continue what you were doing.
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Well, his hands also take a small detour first. Siegfried doesn't immediately return his attention to Percival's chest— he reaches over towards their nightstand to grab the bottle of lube they'd abandoned there the night before.
Still holding it, he shifts so that his mouth wraps around the other nipple, creating firm suction before once again biting down sharply.
All the while, he pops open that bottle and coats his fingers, lowering his hand between Percival's legs, past his cock, searching for that hole he's already yearning to bury himself in once more. The first bite is punctuated with a second, longer one, breath growing shallower at the way the nub stiffens and swells in his mouth. ]
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The sight of the bottle fills him with some anticipating thoughts. Already, Percival's shifting his hips into a tilt in that lap, parting his thighs wider so he's spread and his entrance is easier to access. The second bite gives him that same flash of pain, but it's also such a tease, Siegfried's teeth catching his nipple between them and tugging it in that erotic way. When he glances down and sees the abused nub within the other man's teeth, it's pushing him a little over the edge. ]
Right here. [ Hands over Siegfried's, he guides him to where he wants to be touched, spreading his legs wider and moving the man's hand between them. When he feels the tip of a finger graze his hole, the throbbing inside is near instant. ] I believe, you should know what I want ...
[ It's embarrassing to say it but it can certainly be inferred. ]
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His body certainly does. His cock is stiff with need, already hungrily to replace his fingers before they've even pushed inside of Percival. ]
Do I? I'm not sure. You may have to be more specific.
[ But he obliges, at least for the moment, slipping a slick finger into his ass. Already, he's more insistent than he was last night, pushing past the instinctive resistance the other's body offers. He explores him hungrily, steadily in and out, mind racing with desire at how warm and inviting his ass feels.
He reclaims a swollen nipple with his mouth, sucking on it harshly while a second finger pushes inside. ]
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With their debauchery the night before, Percival's way more relaxed now, muscles slightly accustomed to the invasion. The fit is still tight, the second digit approaching a level of discomfort, but it's not a sensation he shies away from. Rather, he's flooded with the memory of taking Siegfried's cock the night before, the heat and pleasure of being stretched to his limit. This time, they've also agreed to let loose, and just the thought of that rough treatment has his blood pumping with need and adrenaline. The attention to his hard and abused nipple only spurs him on, the sensation going right to his stiff cock.
Percival moves his thighs, shifting them so his knees press onto the bed and lifting the rest of his body higher. With one impatient roll of the hips, he plunges his body down, taking Siegfried's two invading fingers in, riding them while imagining the other man's actual length in their place. The ache he feels inside him really has him going, his neck arching as soft whimpers escape his throat. ]
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Although, he slowly draws his fingers out of him, resting them on his hips instead. ]
Ah... I can only guess, Percival. Could this be what you want?
[ His breath hitches in his throat as he pauses the bites on the other's chest to grip his own cock, poising it at the other's ass and teasing the hole. The tip of him just barely grazes along the tight muscle, leaving a slight trail of precum. ]
No, it doesn't seem like it.
[ He murmurs, drawing his cock back and nestling it between Percival's cheeks. Even that sends a shiver down his spine. ]
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It's still racy to have Siegfried's cock wedged between his cheeks, but this is nowhere near enough. ] Siegfried!
[ Peeved, Percival frowns and sweeps Siegfried's hand away from his own groin. He grabs that cock with little ceremony, deciding to handle it himself since the other man finds some entertainment in making him impatient. ] I see I'll have to do it on my own.
[ More forward than he's ever been, but that's the power of making Percival petulant. Spreading himself with the other hand, he poses Siegfried's tip toward his entrance, taking the man inside him. The stretch is painful, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut and whine, but in that satisfying way that doesn't make him feel like stopping. Breathing harder, he takes the inches in until he's able to sit on Siegfried's lap, shivering slightly at the sensation of having that cock pressing up at his deepest point. ]
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He groans, immediately captivated by all of the little sounds the other man makes. It isn't an easy feat, but for all of the discomfort Percival has suffered, the heat of the other's ass feels so good that it makes his mind momentarily swim with need.
Siegfried laughs, a bit out of breath already. ]
I see. I understand now.
[ As a reward for Percival being so forthcoming, he grips the other's hips firmly, holding him in place and thrusting up and down, plunging into that wet heat with slow, deep strokes.
Never once does he take his eyes off Percival's face, craving every change in his expression, every sound made just for him. ]
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The handling's rough, but it's that adrenaline that he enjoys, the physical sensation of being filled and the mental stimulation that comes with being overwhelmed by such a powerful presence. He could surely get addicted to this barrage of endorphins, sensation and emotion. Though Siegfried has his hips fixed in place with his hands, Percival still tries to move, selfishly seeking that ache and angling his hips in different ways so that one sweet spot is pressed up against. He's a mess at this point, moaning loudly and gripping onto Siegfried's hair for dear life as he rides the man recklessly. ]
There ... [ He breathes out, gasping as the tip of that cock pushes up deep inside him and brushes against a good spot. Long abandoning any conservative farce, he encourages Siegfried on with breathy little persuasions. ] Please. Right there.
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He removes his hold from Percival's hips, instead reaching up to frame the other's face with his palms. ]
Keep going. [ He groans, lost in the feeling of Percival. He slips his thumb between Percival's parted lips, shamelessly exploring his mouth. ]
Use me. Come for me, Percival. [ He whispers, fighting himself from getting too close to the brink of pleasure. The way Percival's hips move and take his pleasure, it's nearly impossible. ]
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He wouldn't normally take orders from others, often assuming authority for himself in most situations, but Siegfried is a special case. It's hard to shake off the desire to please him, to do a good job, because he's had this pervasive desire since his teens. Though he can't speak with that thumb in his mouth, his countenance is both compliant and distracted as he keeps chasing that high. He'll use Siegfried, just as he wants to be used by him, and there's a willing nod in response, his mouth preoccupied by taking in more of Siegfried's thumb. Percival rises again, plunging himself down with careless force as the painful ache of the stretch and the pleasure of being completely filled extinguishes every attempt at conscious thought. He's all carnal desire now, groaning and whimpering with little dignity as he angles his hips again so the tip hits him where it feels the nicest, taking the entirety of Siegfried with every wanton roll of the hips. He can feel his cock aching for any kind of contact, but he refuses it, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible and come without being touched. ]
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He feels his body tense with each movement of the other's hips, shivers running down his spine and threatening to take away the last shred of sanity keeping him in control.
He moans, voice dripping with desire and nearly unable to take the sight of Percival sucking on his finger. He wants to stay there, encased by both the wet and inviting warmth of his mouth and ass, but there are other ways he wants to touch him. So he leaves Percival's mouth, instead trailing his hands down the other's neck, to his chest, and back to giving his nipples a harsh pull. ]
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