[ 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. ]
[ Thereβs something extremely exciting about seeing and feeling Percival angle himself better to get more of him, needy despite this being a purely practical (haha) endeavor. Heβs always known that Percival isnβt as cold as he may come off, is actually quite kind and caring beneath it all. But to see him as inviting and vulnerable as this, wordlessly asking for moreβ¦
It encourages him, his movements quickening and more urgent as he explores him, both with his mouth and with his hands. Another finger joins the first, making Siegfriedβs cock ache with a want to replace them, but he ignores it. A selfish part of him wants to see whether he can bring Percival pleasure just like this.
He closes his eyes as his lips work up and down his cock, feverishly savoring every inch of it, his other hand lowering to curl around the base of that foreign tail and give it a gentle, teasing tug. ]
[ The second finger pushes against his insides, stretching him further open, and the sensation of being fucked by Siegfried's fingers brings about a pleasurable sort of intensity that steadily pushes him further and further over the edge. Percival continues to seek that touch, rolling his hips so his cock eases deeper into Siegfried's mouth. With how unused to the sensation he is, it feels like every nerve ending is firing up, and within minutes of the other man's careful and giving attention Percival finds himself prematurely close in a way he doesn't want to be. Between a low moan, he grasps the locks of Siegfried's hair, tugging gently in a bid to slow the other man's movement. ]
Stop, Siegfried ... [ Any more of this and he'll come and be left with the disappointing knowledge that he had finished before they could really join their bodies. At this point he's had more than an eyeful of the other man's cock, seeing it hard for the very first time, and he would be lying if he claimed to not have entertained the enticing thought of taking Siegfried inside of him.
It'll take some time for Percival to voice out his true desires, so to the other man it probably looks like he wants to put their tryst to a stop. ]
[ Despite the desire he feels to have Percival finish in his mouth, to see and experience and taste what it would be like for the prince of Wales to lose himself completely, those words bring his actions to a complete stop. He pulls his fingers out of Percival abruptly.
More than that, they actually raise alarm bells in his mind, concern outweighing everything else as his mouth departs from his cock and he looks up at Percival with mild surprise, eyes widened as he searches the other's expression with worry. ]
What's wrong? Are you alright?
[ He's shifting upwards now, mentally preparing himself for the very real possibility that this is where their evening ends. ]
[ The sensation of those fingers pulling out of him forces Percival into a wince. Their ache, along with the pleasure of Siegfried's tongue against his cock, is a feeling that's missed almost immediately. He starts to wonder if he was too hasty with his words, putting a sudden halt to their tryst like this and worrying his partner so. The reality of what he's feeling isn't at all what Siegfried might assume. He, too, would hate to end their evening so early.
The words are hard to force out given his shyness and the difficulty he has expressing his affection. Percival's fingers trial over to the other man's wrist, taking it and tugging at him in an urging, needy manner. The feline ears on his head flatten down in some anxiety, and that little tail flicks about, brushing up against Siegfried's thigh. ]
I don't want to finish so early. I want ... you, instead.
He should have known Percival might react like this.
Knowing that he hasn't caused the other man pain or discomfort, or that he hadn't suddenly had second thoughts about all of this, makes him smile with relief.
As does the feeling of that odd tail flickering nervously and his fingers pulling at his wrist. ]
You had me worried, but I see now you're simply wanting to move on.
[ Which, given the way his cock twitched at the implication of what wanting him meant, Siegfried is more than happy to abide by. He shifts so that he's hovering over the other man, gently placing his hand on the back of his head.
He parts the other's legs and settles between them, shivering as their cocks brush against each other for a brief moment.
But he's too eager to spend much more time teasing him.
He leans down and brushes their lips together as he positions his cock near Percival's entrance with his other hand, not quite kissing him, simply enjoying the brief stillness and anticipation before he moves. ]
I have to confess to you, Percival. I've wondered before what this might feel like, being inside of you like this...
[ That's the last warning Percival will get before he's pushing his cock in, groaning as he slowly stretches and sheathes himself inside of Percival. ]
[ There's a hitch of breath he feels when Siegfried's length brushes up against his. He wants nothing more than to take them both in his hand and work them higher, but he knows there's a greater reward for some patience. All he can do is watch with some baited breath as he's treated to the erotic sight of Siegfried holding himself, positioning his tip right at the ring of Percival's entrance. The throb that comes is immediate, and the anticipation has him eager and wanting. ]
You've wondered? What are you talking about ... [ That's too much to process, the thought that Siegfried could have considered him in that light. He can't even fathom it when he spent so many years in his teens quietly yearning to be by the other man's side. The knowledge that he was wanted in return is overwhelming, and with his thoughts occupied he isn't quite prepared for the intense sensation to come.
The intrusion is painful, forcing his tight muscles apart, and he's whimpering and driving his fingers into Siegfried's back before he knows it. Still, with that pain comes satisfaction and pleasure, the stretch a pleasant ache that has his heart pounding harshly in his chest. His voice is weak, a breathy moan, but demanding in a way very like Percival. ]
[ He doesn't want to answer that. There's too much shame in unpacking the way he'd idly sized up Percival throughout the years during their time in the ranks. He spent so much time with both Percival and Lancelot during those years, and while Lancelot was always an open book, Percival intrigued him even then.
He doesn't want to dwell on it, so he's glad that Percival seems more preoccupied with getting used to the feeling of him.
And he is having trouble thinking of anything but how wonderful Percival feels— how every inch of his cock disappearing into his ass sends jolts of pleasure down his spine.
Siegfried buries his face in the crook of Percival's neck. ]
Take your time. [ He whispers, despite his own urgency to fuck him greedily. He knows not what sort of preferences Percival has, but he doesn't want to hurt him. Not without explicitly knowing the other man was okay with it.
But he does comply in the sense that his hips begin to move, driving his cock in and out of that exquisite heat and tightness. He threads his fingers through Percival's hair and lets out a breathy moan of his own along his jaw. ]
[ The sensation of being filled is one he wouldn't say he has much experience with, but after the initial, painful stretch, his body starts to accommodate to the size and girth of the cock now deep inside of him. It starts to hurt a little less (though he hadn't minded that hurt), and there's pleasure that comes with every press of the other man's cock inside of him, stretching him apart with carefulness and intimacy. It's that intimacy that really gets him, makes his heart swell with affection and fondness for the man caught in his embrace. ]
I'm not some maiden you need to handle carefully, Siegfried. Don't forget that I once served as your vice-captain ... [ Percival's demands are part posturing, and part his own selfish desire to drown deeper into the moment, to lose himself against the other man's thrusts and surrender himself completely. Perhaps such thoughts make him a bit of a deviant as well. Still, every inch Siegfried puts into him is pleasure that runs through his body, and like an intoxicated fool he can only wish for more. ]
More of you. [ He's desperate enough at this point that he's willing to set aside some pride. ] Please ...
[ As a show of his eagerness he wraps his legs around the other man's body, angling his hips to drive more of Siegfried inside of him. The feeling continues to be intense, part pleasure and pain, and it leaves him gasping with desire. ]
[ 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. ]
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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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It encourages him, his movements quickening and more urgent as he explores him, both with his mouth and with his hands. Another finger joins the first, making Siegfriedβs cock ache with a want to replace them, but he ignores it. A selfish part of him wants to see whether he can bring Percival pleasure just like this.
He closes his eyes as his lips work up and down his cock, feverishly savoring every inch of it, his other hand lowering to curl around the base of that foreign tail and give it a gentle, teasing tug. ]
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Stop, Siegfried ... [ Any more of this and he'll come and be left with the disappointing knowledge that he had finished before they could really join their bodies. At this point he's had more than an eyeful of the other man's cock, seeing it hard for the very first time, and he would be lying if he claimed to not have entertained the enticing thought of taking Siegfried inside of him.
It'll take some time for Percival to voice out his true desires, so to the other man it probably looks like he wants to put their tryst to a stop. ]
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More than that, they actually raise alarm bells in his mind, concern outweighing everything else as his mouth departs from his cock and he looks up at Percival with mild surprise, eyes widened as he searches the other's expression with worry. ]
What's wrong? Are you alright?
[ He's shifting upwards now, mentally preparing himself for the very real possibility that this is where their evening ends. ]
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The words are hard to force out given his shyness and the difficulty he has expressing his affection. Percival's fingers trial over to the other man's wrist, taking it and tugging at him in an urging, needy manner. The feline ears on his head flatten down in some anxiety, and that little tail flicks about, brushing up against Siegfried's thigh. ]
I don't want to finish so early. I want ... you, instead.
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He should have known Percival might react like this.
Knowing that he hasn't caused the other man pain or discomfort, or that he hadn't suddenly had second thoughts about all of this, makes him smile with relief.
As does the feeling of that odd tail flickering nervously and his fingers pulling at his wrist. ]
You had me worried, but I see now you're simply wanting to move on.
[ Which, given the way his cock twitched at the implication of what wanting him meant, Siegfried is more than happy to abide by. He shifts so that he's hovering over the other man, gently placing his hand on the back of his head.
He parts the other's legs and settles between them, shivering as their cocks brush against each other for a brief moment.
But he's too eager to spend much more time teasing him.
He leans down and brushes their lips together as he positions his cock near Percival's entrance with his other hand, not quite kissing him, simply enjoying the brief stillness and anticipation before he moves. ]
I have to confess to you, Percival. I've wondered before what this might feel like, being inside of you like this...
[ That's the last warning Percival will get before he's pushing his cock in, groaning as he slowly stretches and sheathes himself inside of Percival. ]
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You've wondered? What are you talking about ... [ That's too much to process, the thought that Siegfried could have considered him in that light. He can't even fathom it when he spent so many years in his teens quietly yearning to be by the other man's side. The knowledge that he was wanted in return is overwhelming, and with his thoughts occupied he isn't quite prepared for the intense sensation to come.
The intrusion is painful, forcing his tight muscles apart, and he's whimpering and driving his fingers into Siegfried's back before he knows it. Still, with that pain comes satisfaction and pleasure, the stretch a pleasant ache that has his heart pounding harshly in his chest. His voice is weak, a breathy moan, but demanding in a way very like Percival. ]
S-Start moving.
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He doesn't want to dwell on it, so he's glad that Percival seems more preoccupied with getting used to the feeling of him.
And he is having trouble thinking of anything but how wonderful Percival feels— how every inch of his cock disappearing into his ass sends jolts of pleasure down his spine.
Siegfried buries his face in the crook of Percival's neck. ]
Take your time. [ He whispers, despite his own urgency to fuck him greedily. He knows not what sort of preferences Percival has, but he doesn't want to hurt him. Not without explicitly knowing the other man was okay with it.
But he does comply in the sense that his hips begin to move, driving his cock in and out of that exquisite heat and tightness. He threads his fingers through Percival's hair and lets out a breathy moan of his own along his jaw. ]
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I'm not some maiden you need to handle carefully, Siegfried. Don't forget that I once served as your vice-captain ... [ Percival's demands are part posturing, and part his own selfish desire to drown deeper into the moment, to lose himself against the other man's thrusts and surrender himself completely. Perhaps such thoughts make him a bit of a deviant as well. Still, every inch Siegfried puts into him is pleasure that runs through his body, and like an intoxicated fool he can only wish for more. ]
More of you. [ He's desperate enough at this point that he's willing to set aside some pride. ] Please ...
[ As a show of his eagerness he wraps his legs around the other man's body, angling his hips to drive more of Siegfried inside of him. The feeling continues to be intense, part pleasure and pain, and it leaves him gasping with desire. ]
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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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