[ Perhaps he might have been too hasty, but with the way Percival was it shouldn't come as any surprise. He's always coped with uncertainties by pushing forward, whether it be training his body, honing up his skills or searching relentlessly for the answer that he seeks.
His heart beats quicker in his chest when Siegfried draws near, and the warmth he can feel radiating off the other man is well-noted. Percival's face may be averted, but his gaze flickers to Siegfried one too many times, taking in the sight of the other man's body - something his imagination has traveled in those few guilt-ridden occasions he's pondered over what the other man might look like beneath his many layers. A proud, sculpted form, with skin sunkissed and ridden with the scars of his many pursuits. It's better than he had envisioned.
When his eyes travel to Siegfried's face, he takes notice of that blush settling by his cheeks, and that's definitely a new development. It spurs Percival on now, that feeling that he wasn't alone in his shyness. ]
Not at all. [ He's found some confidence now, and the hand shielding his modesty lowers, Percival himself taking a step closer into Siegfried's space. ] I've never seen your face take that shade.
[ It's quite cute. He feels like he has permission, so he reaches out to touch, brushing Siegfried's hair to the side. ] Surely you must be used to this by now, given the way this place is ...
[ Some of the tension in his body unwinds when Percival reaffirms his intention to not back down. He still harbors a few reservations of going through with this himself, but those qualms are dissolving rapidly by the second and are completely vanished with the last reveal of Percival's cock. It marks the point of no return, and makes his own stir with interest beneath his boxer briefs.
Percival acknowledging his blush only deepens the color, the tender gesture making his heart ache.
They are so different, but he has so much reverence for Percival. Likely more than Percival himself knows. ]
It's embarrassing when you point it out like that...
[ The next sentence makes his eyes flutter closed and his lips purse. Next follows a small smile. ]
What do you take me for, Percival? [ a SLUT?? anyway Percival isn't wrong, this simply isn't a topic he wants to dwell on. He'd rather focus on Percival, not think about previous encounters. Not when the current one holds so much weight and makes him emotionally unsettled.
He chooses to end the topic there, if Percival will allow him, by stepping forward and initiating a kiss, their first kiss, a gesture that sends wildfire through his veins even if it's soft and tentative. His hands frame the other's face. ]
I ... [ That's not what he meant at all. He was just trying to understand the reason for Siegfried's light fluster, because it didn't seem to be the direct result of inexperience. Percy's never seen this side of Siegfried, and he doesn't have any complaints.
He doesn't have a chance to clarify himself, and when Siegfried draws closer he doesn't feel like he particularly wants to. The topic is left to disappear in the wind, overshadowed by the very real experience of sharing a first kiss with an old, cherished friend he's revered since his teens.
His heart races in his chest, those butterflies making their home in his stomach, and it takes a second for his mind to catch up before he allows his deeper inhibitions to take the reigns just this once. Percival tilts his head into the kiss, hands trembling but wanting as they reach out to splay over Siegfried's chest, shifting up his shoulders and wrapping around his neck. ]
[ This isn't the first time he's been physically close to Percival. They've huddled close together during makeshift camps, practicality winning out over personal comfort during chilly nights while the army was on the move. But this sort of heat between them feels so very starkly different, exciting in the implicit promise of their bare skin touching and comforting because he's shared this closeness before.
Kissing Percival, however— that's an entirely new experience. His lips are softer than he could have imagined, the kiss tender and curious and completely at odds with Percival's usual temperament. But he knows Percival, underneath it all, is sweet. It's what's made Siegfried so drawn to him over the years, his generosity and genuine love for his fellow man traits that Siegfried admired and drew inspiration from. He feels privileged to access this soft side of him, even if at the moment it's physically.
He wraps his arms around the other's waist, letting his fingertips trickle down his spine.
Oh, right. He'd momentarily forgotten about that tail.
Curious, his fingers curl around the base of it, giving it a few experimental tugs and stroking along the fur. He pulls away from their kiss briefly because at this point it's apparently better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, letting their noses touch. ]
... Sorry. [ this is a very serious undertaking and he doesn't take it lightly, but he just can't help it. It's so cute. ]
[ It's so rare that he's actually held, his strict and stuffy demeanor often putting some distance between himself and others (when he doesn't deliberately push them away himself). His body's unused to the touch, especially right now while vulnerable and exposed, and the fingers encircling his slim waist have all his muscles tensing. It's not bad. Nice, actually, like he's being claimed.
Though, that bubble of pleasant thought pops with the bizarre sensation of having his tail stroked and tugged, the receptors in that appendage that hadn't existed there a week before firing up and feeling so strange. Much like a cat, that tail tenses up, hairs standing. ]
I don't think you are very sorry. [ Percy frowns, face flushed and frazzled and showing discontentment, but thankfully what Siegfried had done isn't enough to make him want to pull away. ] That feeling ... I cannot get used to it still.
[ Siegfried doesn't stop holding him close. Unfortunately he quite likes the look of Percival's face not only flushed, but frazzled.
It really is like a feline's tail. He must truly be becoming a deviant, because the way it tenses and flickers within his hand only makes his desire heighten. ]
Does it feel unpleasant?
[ He loosens his hold on it, running his fingers down the fur more gently, a silent apology. He dots light kisses on Percival's cheek. ]
[ With the touch more gentle, the muscles of that tail loosen up, curling in a more languid, snake-like movement. The combination of being kissed and having his fur stroked puts Percival in an odd kind of mood, like he's bubbling in flutter and bliss but trying his best to remain petulant. The more Siegfried handles that tail, the more it curls around his wrist. ]
I suppose ... not. [ It would be untoward to lie. His ears have flattened down on his head at this point, fingers digging lightly into Siegfried's back as the touch compels him to crane his neck much like a cat. ] Is this fun for you?
[ Siegfried murmurs against neck. Perhaps he should leave this alone, given how unhappy Percival had been about having these extra appendages in the first place. But he's drawn to how such simple touches can make the other man squirm like this, enticed by the tail curling around his wrist. He scratches lightly at the base. ]
Should I stop?
[ But unless Percival speaks up very soon, he's going to direct his other hand to thread into his hair, tracing the curvature of those flattened feline ears. ]
[ It feels too nice to make Siegfried stop, those cursed animal-like appendages somehow so sensitive even though they lacked any functional, biological purpose to be so. It's unbecoming to be coming off so wanton, but he might actually miss the touch if Siegfried were to stop. Though he doesn't have the mechanisms to purr like a cat would, Percival does something similar, little pleased sounds escaping from his throat as Siegfried touches his ears. ]
Don't stop ... [ It's so shameful that he likes this, but he does. Well, there's no reason to keep being ashamed when they're already in the nude and know exactly what they're about to do. ]
I see the purpose of these useless appendages now. [ To encourage sex, probably. It's working. He's definitely hard now, and compelled to lean into the touch, so he does, wrapping his arms around Siegfried and nestling against his body. The desire for warmth and affection is compelling. He's melting into Siegfried's hold, ears flattened down in contentment and tail swaying about. ]
[ Siegfried has never been particularly attracted to Erunes: in fact, he's never even been with one. But there's something about animal features on Percival specifically that makes the other man... well, precious to be frank. Percival has always had the temperament of a cat, anyway, so to see him take on the habits of one is cute.
But the fact that he's naked and pressed against him? There's nothing cute about what he wants to do to him. His breath hitches in his throat as he pulls them closer, and he can feel the edge of Percival's cock press against his thigh.
It's time to stop playing around.
He rests his hands where he'd originally intended to let them wander, gripping Percival's ass and lifting him with a hold on his upper thighs. Like this, trusting that Percival will know to hold onto his neck and shoulders, he carries him to the bed, laying him down on his back. He pulls off his underwear before joining him. ]
[ There's a yelp as he feels those calloused hands over his rear, and his feet leaving the ground in a swift, effortless motion soon after. Percival scrambles for purchase, latching onto Siegfried's neck and shoulders to avoid slipping right off. ]
Wait a second! [ It's emasculating to be picked up so easily, even if he's long known about Siegfried's impressive strength. Percival's weight should be of effort to him, the one slighter in build between them both. Soon, he's laid down, underwear flying off to somewhere on the bed, and there's one hell of a man climbing over him.
It's definitely real now. It's happening. His heart's beating so quick, but he quite relishes in the feeling of Siegfried's larger frame hovering over him, entertaining the racy thought that it would be nice to be pinned down. He shelves that quickly because there's a shame that overcomes him soon after.
Tentatively, hands reach out, moving down the span of Siegfried's chest and tugging at his waistband. ] Yours also. Let me see it ...
[ The tail continues to sway with anticipation, brushing up against Siegfried's thigh and curling around it. ]
[ Even though they've made it this far, have touched each other a fair amount, kissed... it's hard to believe that this isn't a dream. This really is Percival beneath him, bare and exposed, somehow simultaneously erotic and endearing.
He smiles at Percival's eagerness to pull down his underwear, a new rush of excitement coursing through his veins. This isn't a side of Percival he's ever seen, but, shamefully, he finds himself liking it. The tail curling around his thigh only teases him further. ]
I'll let you do the honors, then.
[ His hands go over Percival's, guiding him to pull down on the garment. Once that's off, he reclaims his spot on top of him, waves of chestnut-colored hair forming a curtain around their cheeks as he indulges in what he'd fantasized about just a few minutes prior: taking one of those feline ears between his teeth and nibbling lightly. ]
[ He's definitely feeling that blissful bubble when Siegfried draws near, leaning up to meet him almost instinctively. The lips and teeth capturing the tips of his new ears has him letting out a shiver, tensing as he closes his eyes and gets used to the sensation.
Of course, he's never been one to idle. Percival reaches out himself, hands exploring the canvas of rugged flesh and different scars on display before him, fingertips trailing the embossed ridges of the ones along Siegfried's chest that he's able to touch. There are some that pull out a memory of battles long past, those chaotic days crossing swords against the enemy, where he would always look upon this man for guidance and inspiration. There are also some he doesn't recognise, which brings upon a sinking feeling when he's reminded of their lost time -- when he simply believed what he was told about Siegfried and hadn't questioned it as much as he should have.
When his fingers trail around, roaming over the span of Siegfried's muscled back, he's met with a rougher sensation much unlike the rest. It's not normal skin, having an almost snake-like quality. ]
Oh. This ... [ That sinking feeling continues when he realises what he's touching. It's easy to forget what's actually going on with the other man, especially with how rarely he bares his body. ] Has it gotten worse?
[ He doesn't spend all of his time and attention at those ears— they are a novelty, yes, but so is the rest of Percival's body, and he desires the real and permanent parts of him so much more. He trails his lips down the other's temple, taking a small detour to kiss those lips one last time before burying his nose within the crook of his neck, craving that warmth.
He can feel Percival's hands exploring him, taking their time to map out his body, and being treated with such gentleness and reverence makes Siegfried's chest ache with a different sort of longing. How many times have they already given their bodies to each other, in the form of taking literal deadly blows for the other's sake? He gently parts the other's legs with his palms, settling in between them and groaning at the sensation of his fingers roaming his back.
The patches of skin there, the parts of him that are onyx and cold rather than human... when they meet the warmth of Percival's fingers it becomes immediately obvious those areas are especially responsive to touch. His muscles tense and relax every time his fingers graze over them.
He looks back up, giving the other man what he hopes is a reassuring smile. He also wonders if Percival is turned off by their presence. ]
Hm. Yes, but the spread seems to have slowed down. [ He returns his attention to Percival's adam's apple, nuzzling his nose against it. ] You don't have to touch there if you don't wish to.
[ Percival's legs are parted with no resistance, the rest of him malleable and eager. The sensation of flesh directly pressed to his groin, coupled with Siegfried's careful and tender attention to his lips and neck, provide such a distraction he's finding it difficult to concentrate on speaking, little whimpers escaping his throat when he tries.
The soft smile that Siegfried gives probably was intended to be reassuring, but it's not enough to cull the worries that make home in Percival's mind when he's confronted with the fact that his old friend is turning into a dragon. Will he lose his mind along with his form? 'Slowed down' doesn't quite mean it's stopped.
Siegfried's quick to give him that out, as if the scales are anything to be disgusted at. Percival retaliates by touching them directly, fingers following along the ridges of each scale. ]
Why wouldn't I want to? You're still the same man, no matter what becomes of you. Do you think our relationship is so shallow I would be deterred by outside appearances?
[ His words are firm, but his touch is soft, exploring the new skin with one hand and threading his flingers through Siegfried's hair with the other. ]
[ Percival likely doesn't know just how much those words affect him, how much they make his chest feel warm with affection. Percival is one of the few people who has always accepted him wholly, no matter how many others questioned his methods or called him a monster.
Even when he'd thought him a murderer, Percival's forgiveness had come swiftly and laced with the typical layer of hidden empathy he always had.
His loyalty was unprecedented. The thought makes Siegfried lean down to kiss his jaw.
He isn't ready for this conversation. Not when his night is looking so lovely and positive and filled with resolving years of hidden desire. ]
Is that so? Will you still bed me when my transformation is complete, then? I think we might need a much bigger bed... I doubt I would even fit in this apartment.
[ He's joking, to deflect, because he can't even fathom the actual reality of that happening. He'd sooner disappear into the wilderness to keep others safe than entertain such an idea.
He shakes his head, sighing as he feels those fingers roam again. ]
Thank you, Percival. It'll be alright.
[ It has to be. He continues his journey southward, because there's nothing more he wants to do than to forget his impending doom within the soft caress of Percival's hips, to lose himself in creamy thighs. ]
[ Though said in jest, Percival's tendency to take a lot of things seriously means he takes that joke seriously at first. His eyes grow wide and he stares stunned for those few seconds. ] What?
[ To any logical and rational person, bedding a dragon sounds like an aberrant and dangerous thing. It goes without saying that he would not even consider that sort of act with any other wild beast or creature. This is Siegfried, however, and now he's struck with aberrant thoughts of how such an act would play out. It's a daunting thing - the logistics would make it near impossible - but there's a part of him that thinks he'll probably still want to please the other man, no matter what form he takes. He'll also still want to experience that raw power and gentle intimacy behind each and every of Siegfried's touches - having had a taste of it now, it would be difficult to go back.
Aberrant thoughts all around. Percival's face starts to burn red, and he closes his eyes, turning away in shame. ] Enough jest. Neither of us want that to happen to you.
[ They'll find a way to stop the spread before it's too late. That's what he should be focused on, not ... whatever it was that had plagued his mind before.
He can feel the brush of Siegfried's curls against his chest as the man descends, and Percy finally looks upon him, face still pink and lips pursed. He shifts his body into a more inviting position, thighs parting and sandwiching Siegfried's torso. His hands continue to encourage that touch, rubbing slowly down the span of his back. ]
[ It was easy for Siegfried to push the thought of his curse away. That is, after all, something he's extremely accustomed to doing. The root of his fears lie not with "what would happen to me", but "I don't want to hurt others".
But what matters is that they're here now, human and performing what is the most human act since the beginning of time. He looks up at Percival as he settles between his legs, making brief eye contact and giving him a small reassuring smile. Even if the other still looks abashed, the reassuring touch at his back encourages him.
Siegfried buries himself in Percival's inner thigh, kissing along the soft skin, making a path inward. Until his lips can reach their destination, he curls his fingers around Percival's shaft, stroking the hardened flesh slowly, teasingly. ]
[ He can scarcely even remember when he was last touched this way by another person - the previous time likely during some doomed unity that could not survive past the age of teenage exploration. Married to his job as a knight of the Order, and then to his resolve to forge an ideal nation, Percival's never found time to indulge in the carnal pleasures. He was rather adverse, actually, thinking them only distractions that would stain his honour and make him a lesser knight. It's hard to continue thinking that way when said act not only feels so good, but he's warm in ways that go beyond physiological sexual arousal. His heart feels a flutter, swelling with affection and reverence for the man who's taking this time to tend to the needs of his body with such carefulness. He's vulnerable right now more than ever, and he doesn't often like to be, but the trust they have buffers against Percival's need to put up his usual tough front.
The sight of Siegfried settling between his thighs, kissing alongside them and making his slow trip upward, has Percival bashful beyond belief, but it also excites him. The sensation of fingers stroking against his shaft in agonizingly slow movements have him whimpering from the sensitivity, clutching at the man's hair. A knee hooks Siegfried's shoulder, and his toes shift down the span of his back in encouragement. ]
Is it fun to tease me like this? [ Though he feigns discontentment, his body tells otherwise, ears folded down and tail swaying as he tries to contain his response to that pleasure. Naturally, his cock is hard beyond belief. ]
[ Even now, he's wondering if he's going to wake up at any moment. The reality of seeing Percival in this light still doesn't strike him as anything possibly real, even if the hands clutching at his hair and the warmth radiating between his legs is very real. He still hopes this isn't something one or the both of them may regret, but it also feels oddly natural to move like this.
They have always known each other's bodies, have worked well together in battlegrounds to anticipate the other's move. This is merely a very perverse extension of that. ]
Would you hate me if I told you that it is? [ He murmurs. He pauses what he's doing to pull away briefly and open one of the nightstand drawers next to them, retrieving lube.
He doesn't open it yet, but when he comes back he does finally take Percival's cock into his mouth, slowly— inch by torturous inch. ]
[ On principle he doesn't like being teased, but it's hard to form any actual complaint when the sensation of a wet tongue along his shaft just feels so incredible. Percival lets out a rather undignified moan, clutching harder onto Siegfried's hair as his hands attempt to nudge the other man's head lower. He's going too slowly like this, teasing so much more but not delivering. Percy had noticed the bottle he had snatched from the counter too, and the connotations it came with fill him with anticipation. Though he wouldn't say he's had much experience in the bedroom, he knows exactly what such a thing would be used for, and at the thought of it he can already feel his insides throbbing in want and need. ]
Siegfried. [ Okay, he does have one complaint. ] Too slow. Stop torturing me ...
[ There's another tug at the other man's hair, and succumbing to the pleasure Percival moves his hips, easing more of himself inside Siegfried's mouth. ]
[ This should have been an efficient affair. Wasn't he, after all, simply helping Percival rid himself of his feline traits? Rationality says that he should be encouraging Percival to achieve an orgasm as fast as possible, but now that they're actually here, and he's actually making Percival squirm with impatience, he can't help but want to take his time exploring him.
And it's satisfying to draw out this side of him, the side that shamefully bucks his hips further into Siegfried's mouth and urges him to please him more.
He doesn't tease him much further, at least, eyes fluttering shut as he obliges and draws him in completely, encircling his cock with silky strokes of his tongue and sliding of his lips up and down the shaft. All the while, his hands work out of sight, sloppily coating his fingers with lube. ]
[ Now that he's getting what he had asked for, he can't quite handle the sensation, forced to squeeze his eyes shut as his hands grip harder at the locks of Siegfried's hair. The feeling is nothing short of incredible, that warm heat engulfing him completely, sucking and lapping at his most sensitive spot. He's even more overstimulated when he does open his eyes, treated to the sight of Siegfried's hair cascading by his thighs as the man takes him whole and bobs his head up and down his cock. He barely even notices where Siegfried's hands have gone, too enthralled by the sensation of the other man taking his cock. ]
I'm ... I'm going to move. [ Slowly, and not wanting to hurt Siegfried, Percival brings his hips into a slow roll, thrusting shallowly and languidly into the warm heat. Naturally, he gives Siegfried time to stop him if the thrusting becomes too intense. ]
[ Siegfried's pulse quickens when he feels Percival's grip tighten on his hair, driven and encouraged by the sound of his breathing growing shallower and the sight of Percival descending further into lust. He can hardly reply at the moment without risking the breaking of that spell, so he merely gazes upward into the other man's eyes as he begins to move.
He warns him, even. Gives him time to refuse the assertion, even if Siegfried wouldn't dream of it at the moment. It's sweet and considerate, like Percival always is, despite his outward demeanor.
Unfortunately, Percival receives no such warning when the steady bobbing of his lips up and down his cock is joined by the feeling of a slick forefinger parting Percival's cheeks, encircling his tight hole before pressing slowly into it. ]
[ How long has it been since he was touched this way? So long that he can scarcely remember, but with his inexperience his body isn't quite used to the sensation, the intrusion making his heart race and his toes curl. He's more than sensitive down there, and every inch that Siegfried takes is one explicitly felt, his insides throbbing in response to the sudden intrusion. It's not enough to be painful yet, but the sensation of Siegfried pushing through the tightness is a strangely pleasurable feeling.
He knew he would do this but he's still unprepared, choking up a little in response. ] Touching me both ways ... You're relentless.
[ Still, he has no actual complaint, thighs spreading apart in encouragement. Percival continues to thrust slowly into Siegfried's mouth, eventually angling those thrusts so he takes more of Siegfried's finger inside him at the same time. It's not often he gets pleasure in both spots, rarely touching his hole when he would spend time with himself for the shame of it. Now that he's felt it, knows what it's like to be a lover in Siegfried's bed, he doesn't know if he'll be able to return to his old ways. ]
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His heart beats quicker in his chest when Siegfried draws near, and the warmth he can feel radiating off the other man is well-noted. Percival's face may be averted, but his gaze flickers to Siegfried one too many times, taking in the sight of the other man's body - something his imagination has traveled in those few guilt-ridden occasions he's pondered over what the other man might look like beneath his many layers. A proud, sculpted form, with skin sunkissed and ridden with the scars of his many pursuits. It's better than he had envisioned.
When his eyes travel to Siegfried's face, he takes notice of that blush settling by his cheeks, and that's definitely a new development. It spurs Percival on now, that feeling that he wasn't alone in his shyness. ]
Not at all. [ He's found some confidence now, and the hand shielding his modesty lowers, Percival himself taking a step closer into Siegfried's space. ] I've never seen your face take that shade.
[ It's quite cute. He feels like he has permission, so he reaches out to touch, brushing Siegfried's hair to the side. ] Surely you must be used to this by now, given the way this place is ...
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Percival acknowledging his blush only deepens the color, the tender gesture making his heart ache.
They are so different, but he has so much reverence for Percival. Likely more than Percival himself knows. ]
It's embarrassing when you point it out like that...
[ The next sentence makes his eyes flutter closed and his lips purse. Next follows a small smile. ]
What do you take me for, Percival? [ a SLUT?? anyway Percival isn't wrong, this simply isn't a topic he wants to dwell on. He'd rather focus on Percival, not think about previous encounters. Not when the current one holds so much weight and makes him emotionally unsettled.
He chooses to end the topic there, if Percival will allow him, by stepping forward and initiating a kiss, their first kiss, a gesture that sends wildfire through his veins even if it's soft and tentative. His hands frame the other's face. ]
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He doesn't have a chance to clarify himself, and when Siegfried draws closer he doesn't feel like he particularly wants to. The topic is left to disappear in the wind, overshadowed by the very real experience of sharing a first kiss with an old, cherished friend he's revered since his teens.
His heart races in his chest, those butterflies making their home in his stomach, and it takes a second for his mind to catch up before he allows his deeper inhibitions to take the reigns just this once. Percival tilts his head into the kiss, hands trembling but wanting as they reach out to splay over Siegfried's chest, shifting up his shoulders and wrapping around his neck. ]
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Kissing Percival, however— that's an entirely new experience. His lips are softer than he could have imagined, the kiss tender and curious and completely at odds with Percival's usual temperament. But he knows Percival, underneath it all, is sweet. It's what's made Siegfried so drawn to him over the years, his generosity and genuine love for his fellow man traits that Siegfried admired and drew inspiration from. He feels privileged to access this soft side of him, even if at the moment it's physically.
He wraps his arms around the other's waist, letting his fingertips trickle down his spine.
Oh, right. He'd momentarily forgotten about that tail.
Curious, his fingers curl around the base of it, giving it a few experimental tugs and stroking along the fur. He pulls away from their kiss briefly because at this point it's apparently better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, letting their noses touch. ]
... Sorry. [ this is a very serious undertaking and he doesn't take it lightly, but he just can't help it. It's so cute. ]
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[ It's so rare that he's actually held, his strict and stuffy demeanor often putting some distance between himself and others (when he doesn't deliberately push them away himself). His body's unused to the touch, especially right now while vulnerable and exposed, and the fingers encircling his slim waist have all his muscles tensing. It's not bad. Nice, actually, like he's being claimed.
Though, that bubble of pleasant thought pops with the bizarre sensation of having his tail stroked and tugged, the receptors in that appendage that hadn't existed there a week before firing up and feeling so strange. Much like a cat, that tail tenses up, hairs standing. ]
I don't think you are very sorry. [ Percy frowns, face flushed and frazzled and showing discontentment, but thankfully what Siegfried had done isn't enough to make him want to pull away. ] That feeling ... I cannot get used to it still.
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It really is like a feline's tail. He must truly be becoming a deviant, because the way it tenses and flickers within his hand only makes his desire heighten. ]
Does it feel unpleasant?
[ He loosens his hold on it, running his fingers down the fur more gently, a silent apology. He dots light kisses on Percival's cheek. ]
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I suppose ... not. [ It would be untoward to lie. His ears have flattened down on his head at this point, fingers digging lightly into Siegfried's back as the touch compels him to crane his neck much like a cat. ] Is this fun for you?
[ Wow. ]
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[ Siegfried murmurs against neck. Perhaps he should leave this alone, given how unhappy Percival had been about having these extra appendages in the first place. But he's drawn to how such simple touches can make the other man squirm like this, enticed by the tail curling around his wrist. He scratches lightly at the base. ]
Should I stop?
[ But unless Percival speaks up very soon, he's going to direct his other hand to thread into his hair, tracing the curvature of those flattened feline ears. ]
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Don't stop ... [ It's so shameful that he likes this, but he does. Well, there's no reason to keep being ashamed when they're already in the nude and know exactly what they're about to do. ]
I see the purpose of these useless appendages now. [ To encourage sex, probably. It's working. He's definitely hard now, and compelled to lean into the touch, so he does, wrapping his arms around Siegfried and nestling against his body. The desire for warmth and affection is compelling. He's melting into Siegfried's hold, ears flattened down in contentment and tail swaying about. ]
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But the fact that he's naked and pressed against him? There's nothing cute about what he wants to do to him. His breath hitches in his throat as he pulls them closer, and he can feel the edge of Percival's cock press against his thigh.
It's time to stop playing around.
He rests his hands where he'd originally intended to let them wander, gripping Percival's ass and lifting him with a hold on his upper thighs. Like this, trusting that Percival will know to hold onto his neck and shoulders, he carries him to the bed, laying him down on his back. He pulls off his underwear before joining him. ]
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Wait a second! [ It's emasculating to be picked up so easily, even if he's long known about Siegfried's impressive strength. Percival's weight should be of effort to him, the one slighter in build between them both. Soon, he's laid down, underwear flying off to somewhere on the bed, and there's one hell of a man climbing over him.
It's definitely real now. It's happening. His heart's beating so quick, but he quite relishes in the feeling of Siegfried's larger frame hovering over him, entertaining the racy thought that it would be nice to be pinned down. He shelves that quickly because there's a shame that overcomes him soon after.
Tentatively, hands reach out, moving down the span of Siegfried's chest and tugging at his waistband. ] Yours also. Let me see it ...
[ The tail continues to sway with anticipation, brushing up against Siegfried's thigh and curling around it. ]
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He smiles at Percival's eagerness to pull down his underwear, a new rush of excitement coursing through his veins. This isn't a side of Percival he's ever seen, but, shamefully, he finds himself liking it. The tail curling around his thigh only teases him further. ]
I'll let you do the honors, then.
[ His hands go over Percival's, guiding him to pull down on the garment. Once that's off, he reclaims his spot on top of him, waves of chestnut-colored hair forming a curtain around their cheeks as he indulges in what he'd fantasized about just a few minutes prior: taking one of those feline ears between his teeth and nibbling lightly. ]
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Of course, he's never been one to idle. Percival reaches out himself, hands exploring the canvas of rugged flesh and different scars on display before him, fingertips trailing the embossed ridges of the ones along Siegfried's chest that he's able to touch. There are some that pull out a memory of battles long past, those chaotic days crossing swords against the enemy, where he would always look upon this man for guidance and inspiration. There are also some he doesn't recognise, which brings upon a sinking feeling when he's reminded of their lost time -- when he simply believed what he was told about Siegfried and hadn't questioned it as much as he should have.
When his fingers trail around, roaming over the span of Siegfried's muscled back, he's met with a rougher sensation much unlike the rest. It's not normal skin, having an almost snake-like quality. ]
Oh. This ... [ That sinking feeling continues when he realises what he's touching. It's easy to forget what's actually going on with the other man, especially with how rarely he bares his body. ] Has it gotten worse?
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He can feel Percival's hands exploring him, taking their time to map out his body, and being treated with such gentleness and reverence makes Siegfried's chest ache with a different sort of longing. How many times have they already given their bodies to each other, in the form of taking literal deadly blows for the other's sake? He gently parts the other's legs with his palms, settling in between them and groaning at the sensation of his fingers roaming his back.
The patches of skin there, the parts of him that are onyx and cold rather than human... when they meet the warmth of Percival's fingers it becomes immediately obvious those areas are especially responsive to touch. His muscles tense and relax every time his fingers graze over them.
He looks back up, giving the other man what he hopes is a reassuring smile. He also wonders if Percival is turned off by their presence. ]
Hm. Yes, but the spread seems to have slowed down. [ He returns his attention to Percival's adam's apple, nuzzling his nose against it. ] You don't have to touch there if you don't wish to.
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The soft smile that Siegfried gives probably was intended to be reassuring, but it's not enough to cull the worries that make home in Percival's mind when he's confronted with the fact that his old friend is turning into a dragon. Will he lose his mind along with his form? 'Slowed down' doesn't quite mean it's stopped.
Siegfried's quick to give him that out, as if the scales are anything to be disgusted at. Percival retaliates by touching them directly, fingers following along the ridges of each scale. ]
Why wouldn't I want to? You're still the same man, no matter what becomes of you. Do you think our relationship is so shallow I would be deterred by outside appearances?
[ His words are firm, but his touch is soft, exploring the new skin with one hand and threading his flingers through Siegfried's hair with the other. ]
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Even when he'd thought him a murderer, Percival's forgiveness had come swiftly and laced with the typical layer of hidden empathy he always had.
His loyalty was unprecedented. The thought makes Siegfried lean down to kiss his jaw.
He isn't ready for this conversation. Not when his night is looking so lovely and positive and filled with resolving years of hidden desire. ]
Is that so? Will you still bed me when my transformation is complete, then? I think we might need a much bigger bed... I doubt I would even fit in this apartment.
[ He's joking, to deflect, because he can't even fathom the actual reality of that happening. He'd sooner disappear into the wilderness to keep others safe than entertain such an idea.
He shakes his head, sighing as he feels those fingers roam again. ]
Thank you, Percival. It'll be alright.
[ It has to be. He continues his journey southward, because there's nothing more he wants to do than to forget his impending doom within the soft caress of Percival's hips, to lose himself in creamy thighs. ]
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[ To any logical and rational person, bedding a dragon sounds like an aberrant and dangerous thing. It goes without saying that he would not even consider that sort of act with any other wild beast or creature. This is Siegfried, however, and now he's struck with aberrant thoughts of how such an act would play out. It's a daunting thing - the logistics would make it near impossible - but there's a part of him that thinks he'll probably still want to please the other man, no matter what form he takes. He'll also still want to experience that raw power and gentle intimacy behind each and every of Siegfried's touches - having had a taste of it now, it would be difficult to go back.
Aberrant thoughts all around. Percival's face starts to burn red, and he closes his eyes, turning away in shame. ] Enough jest. Neither of us want that to happen to you.
[ They'll find a way to stop the spread before it's too late. That's what he should be focused on, not ... whatever it was that had plagued his mind before.
He can feel the brush of Siegfried's curls against his chest as the man descends, and Percy finally looks upon him, face still pink and lips pursed. He shifts his body into a more inviting position, thighs parting and sandwiching Siegfried's torso. His hands continue to encourage that touch, rubbing slowly down the span of his back. ]
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But what matters is that they're here now, human and performing what is the most human act since the beginning of time. He looks up at Percival as he settles between his legs, making brief eye contact and giving him a small reassuring smile. Even if the other still looks abashed, the reassuring touch at his back encourages him.
Siegfried buries himself in Percival's inner thigh, kissing along the soft skin, making a path inward. Until his lips can reach their destination, he curls his fingers around Percival's shaft, stroking the hardened flesh slowly, teasingly. ]
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The sight of Siegfried settling between his thighs, kissing alongside them and making his slow trip upward, has Percival bashful beyond belief, but it also excites him. The sensation of fingers stroking against his shaft in agonizingly slow movements have him whimpering from the sensitivity, clutching at the man's hair. A knee hooks Siegfried's shoulder, and his toes shift down the span of his back in encouragement. ]
Is it fun to tease me like this? [ Though he feigns discontentment, his body tells otherwise, ears folded down and tail swaying as he tries to contain his response to that pleasure. Naturally, his cock is hard beyond belief. ]
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They have always known each other's bodies, have worked well together in battlegrounds to anticipate the other's move. This is merely a very perverse extension of that. ]
Would you hate me if I told you that it is? [ He murmurs. He pauses what he's doing to pull away briefly and open one of the nightstand drawers next to them, retrieving lube.
He doesn't open it yet, but when he comes back he does finally take Percival's cock into his mouth, slowly— inch by torturous inch. ]
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Siegfried. [ Okay, he does have one complaint. ] Too slow. Stop torturing me ...
[ There's another tug at the other man's hair, and succumbing to the pleasure Percival moves his hips, easing more of himself inside Siegfried's mouth. ]
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And it's satisfying to draw out this side of him, the side that shamefully bucks his hips further into Siegfried's mouth and urges him to please him more.
He doesn't tease him much further, at least, eyes fluttering shut as he obliges and draws him in completely, encircling his cock with silky strokes of his tongue and sliding of his lips up and down the shaft. All the while, his hands work out of sight, sloppily coating his fingers with lube. ]
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I'm ... I'm going to move. [ Slowly, and not wanting to hurt Siegfried, Percival brings his hips into a slow roll, thrusting shallowly and languidly into the warm heat. Naturally, he gives Siegfried time to stop him if the thrusting becomes too intense. ]
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He warns him, even. Gives him time to refuse the assertion, even if Siegfried wouldn't dream of it at the moment. It's sweet and considerate, like Percival always is, despite his outward demeanor.
Unfortunately, Percival receives no such warning when the steady bobbing of his lips up and down his cock is joined by the feeling of a slick forefinger parting Percival's cheeks, encircling his tight hole before pressing slowly into it. ]
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He knew he would do this but he's still unprepared, choking up a little in response. ] Touching me both ways ... You're relentless.
[ Still, he has no actual complaint, thighs spreading apart in encouragement. Percival continues to thrust slowly into Siegfried's mouth, eventually angling those thrusts so he takes more of Siegfried's finger inside him at the same time. It's not often he gets pleasure in both spots, rarely touching his hole when he would spend time with himself for the shame of it. Now that he's felt it, knows what it's like to be a lover in Siegfried's bed, he doesn't know if he'll be able to return to his old ways. ]
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