[ 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. ]
[ In those moments his eyes aren't forced close in a wince at the sensation of Siegfried thrusting him beneath him, he takes in the sight of the other man, the flushed colour to his skin, his clouded golden eyes and the way his composure seems to come undone with every movement Percival makes. There's also those sounds he can hear, low and rumbling and dripping with need, and he can feel this memory becoming a fixation in his mind for a while - he's going to be thinking about this much more than he would like to admit. The pettier part of Percival entertains the idea of being the only person who gets to see Siegfried in this state, but even he knows that cannot be true.
Having found the spot where the pleasure is at its highest, he fucks himself harder upon it, taking Siegfried in deeper and rougher, pushing the limits of his own body so the tired ache from within feels more divine. At some point he knows he's using Siegfried to chase his own orgasm, and there's some measure of shame in the thought of being so selfish and lustful, but he's too far over the edge to cease. The harshness over his nipples has him gasping, and he's swimming in more and more need. ]
Siegfried ... [ He breathes out, the other man's name sounding more like a breathy moan than any attempt at coherent speech. ] I'm close.
[ The ruts become harsher, Percival so lost in the moment he abandons all ceremony and impales his body onto that cock he's developed such a craving for. When he knows he's almost at that point, he drives Siegfried deeper into himself with rough force, groaning loudly as the pressure finally takes him over the edge.
Unable to control himself, he finishes against Siegfried's body, dirtying his chest with the white seed. Percival's energy seems to sap from his body afterward, movements becoming sluggish. With Siegfried still buried in him, he's content sitting there on his lap, holding him and leaning against his shoulder. ]
[ Siegfried never thought he could be so affected by hearing his own name. But in the state he's in, clinging to every sensation, sound, breath Percival makes as he pleases himself, hearing Percival cry out his name is the last ingredient to seal in his addiction to the other man. He tries to cling onto his moment as long as possible, taking in the sight of his friend lost to complete physicality, a sight that leaves him breathless. He's beautiful, honest and unrestrained like this.
He has to fight back his body's own instinct to drown completely in Percival's body. Not yet. Not even when he feels that exquisite friction grow tighter around his cock, the sensation of Percival riding out his climax making him groan as he struggles to maintain reins of his body.
He takes it all in: From the loud cry that signals he's there, to the warm seed spilling onto his chest. He loves all of it, arms wrapping around Percival's waist and drawing him in close as he comes back down. ]
You're very beautiful, Percival.
[ He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the other's ear. It's a very brief reprieve, because immediately after, he's shifting, slipping out of him and flipping their positions suddenly so that Percival is beneath him.
They're not finished.
He's also taking advantage of the fact that Percival's a bit drunk with afterglow to unceremoniously flip the other man over so that he lies on his stomach. ]
Why are you saying that ... [ Though he takes care of his appearance, being complimented so sincerely is difficult for him to cope with, the embarrassment burning on his cheeks immediately in response. There isn't much time for any further protest, because Siegfried is moving right after, and the overwhelmingly sharp sensation of Siegfried pulling out of his aching, tight muscles has him wincing and whimpering. He's too sensitive right now, every rub of friction felt too intensely. Percival is manhandled with much ease, his exhausted body spent and his mind still riding on a light little high. Though a part of him wishes to drift off into a pleasant nap, the more compelling part of him considers the fact that Siegfried had not finished himself, and he doesn't want to break away before the other man can also experience that pleasure. Selfishly, he doesn't mind going on, even if most of the fibers in his body are exhausted and demand just a few minutes of reprieve. He knows he's oversensitive, so he can't be certain if the sensation will be too much for him to take, but he likes that feeling of allowing himself to be used - giving himself up for Siegfried to do as he pleases.
Weakly, he eases those position changes along, breathing hard against the sheets as he keeps his heavy gaze fixed on the man behind him. ]
Yes. Of course. [ He doesn't have much in him left to put on some posturing act of protest or feign annoyance. Right now he's at his most sincere, and at his core, Percival has always followed Siegfried's orders, submitting to him and placing in him all his trust. Obediently, he starts to push himself up to his hands and feed, movements weaker than usual from the exhaustion in his muscles. It's embarrassing, but he presents himself to Siegfried, even reaching back to spread his cheeks with a hand to allow easier penetration. ]
[ He wouldn't normally be this demanding, fully aware that he hasn't given Percival the proper reprieve, even for just a few minutes, for him to catch his breath and be able to achieve proper arousal again. But he's been granted permission, though he isn't cruel, he's always pushed Percival to test the limits what he can physically take— this is simply a different, more perverse context.
Even if he'd wanted to hold back, the way Percival offers himself would have crumbled the strongest of his resolve. It's too tempting. It's utterly disarming to see him like this, such a contrast to the prim and formal Percival he's always known. It's vulgar, and at least for the moment, for his eyes only.
Siegfried wastes no time then, positioning himself between the other's folded knees and groaning as he sheathes himself fully in his ass again. It's an addicting feeling. One that he'd already missed even if they'd only been separated for a minute or so. ]
Are you truly? [ He breathes out, reaching beneath Percival's hips to grab a firm hold of his soft cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts of his hips. He fucks him with increasingly recklessness this time, greedy and demanding. His free hand knots in Percival's hair, pulling so that the other man has no choice but to arch his back, a shameless sight that makes his head spin and his moans increase in volume. ]
[ It's less of a stretch now that his hole has already been used, so Siegfried enters with lesser resistance, but the sensation still has Percival crying out, his already sensitive insides throbbing harder with the second intrusion. Too lost in the swarming mixture of pleasure and pain he's feeling, the sounds escaping from his lips become more unabashed than before, whimpers and moaning echoing through the walls of their humble home. The muscles of his thighs and hips are sore, aching still from the exertion before, but he pays them little mind, meeting Siegfried's reckless thrusts by thrusting himself back onto him.
The firm, calloused hand stroking his cock with roughness, demanding him hard again, feels painful in its delivery, sharp and relentless in what it wants from him. Still, both Percival's mind and body are happy to comply; though the sensitivity makes the touch painful, there's pleasure he derives from the sensation, from the knowledge that he's so desired, and his cock hardens gradually under Siegfried's ministrations.
His head is forced back, and though he's normally fussy about others pulling his hair, he doesn't mind this at all, relishing in being used to Siegfried's content. It's an odd thought to be crossing his mind in this moment, but he might do anything for this man. Anything at all.
The sincerity of his devotion betrays the shamelessness of what does come out of his mouth when he tries to speak. ] Of course, I -- Siegfried. Keep going ... Harder. It feels like I'm going to break, but I ... don't want you to stop.
[ He clutches onto the sheets for dear life, but continues to roll his hips into Siegfried, thrusting his cock into the man's hand and taking him deeper. ]
[ Seeing Percival bent over for him like this, listening to him moan and ask for even more... Siegfried finds it more intoxicating than he ever thought possible. He presses harder into that warm heat, deeper, faster, indulging his cock with every bit of friction it wanted. He doesn't think he can desire the other man more, until the hardening cock in his hand proves otherwise. Percival wasn't simply obliging him. ]
Percival... [ He gasps, feeling himself being driven to the edge of madness every time he sinks into Percival, ruthless and greedy. This need is primal, unlike anything he's experienced with the other man, even given their tryst of the night before. He lets go of the other's hair suddenly, instead bracing his hand against his chest and pressing his own body to Percival's back. ] ... I'm close.
[ As much as he never wants this feeling to end, as feverish and drunk as he is on Percival's body, he has been driven to the edge. ]
[ It might be a result of the both of them becoming used to each other's bodies, but Siegfried seems to find that sweet spot inside of him easily, driving his cock relentlessly against it in a way that makes Percival gasp and tremble. By now he's sore and aching all over, knees barely staying upright, but cock driving into him and the fingers stroking at his groin is well worth the exertion. There's a pride that he feels when Siegfried admits his state of being, and he pettily lauds himself for being the one to get him there.
The weight against his back is enough to make his elbows give way, his chest tumbling into the sheets, but he keeps his hips raised for the other man to use them. Clutching onto the sheets, he looks over his shoulder, eyes both adoring and clouded with arousal. ]
Then come, Siegfried ... [ With a bit more shame: ] You may do so ... inside.
[ Everything in combination could have easily driven him over the edge, but it's meeting Percival's gaze with his own that makes his body grow weak and practically obedient to the other's permission. His own gaze is reverent, cloudy with ecstasy. Siegfried pummels into him and releases the last of the metaphorical reins on his body with sharp, rough movements that make his body tremble against the other man's. ]
Percival! [ His mind swims with nothing but thoughts of the other man— of his body, of his scent, of the sounds he makes, as he moves hard and fast to a desperate climax. He releases into him with another shuddering gasp of his name, filling him and selfishly staying buried inside of him until he's given him every last drop.
But even when his hips slow their movements, his hand does not, continuing to milk the other man even as Siegfried's breaths begin to steady again. ]
[ The thrusts only get harder and faster as Siegfried chases his orgasm, and though Percival isn't quite as close he still relishes in the sensation of being pounded so harshly his face presses against the sheets and he bites them with little dignity. He doesn't want to think about what he looks like right now, one vulgar and debauched picture of nobility, and he's glad there's no one who can see him but Siegfried.
It's ecstasy for him as well when he feels the other man's hot seed filling him up, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot one final time before coming to a rest still inside him. There's cum he can feel at his deepest point, some dripping out of him and soiling the flesh of his thighs, but he doesn't find it disgusting. Rather, even if he hasn't come, he's sated, drunk on the fact that he was able to make Siegfried relinquish self-control. The other man called his name after all, and so unabashedly too.
His body's spent, and he finally falls to the sheets, lying there as his muscles recover. ]
It's rare that I see you lose such control. [ The hand still working at his cock makes him wince, but with how his body aches from being taken with such roughness, he hasn't quite come down from that mental high, still existing in a sated little bubble. Percival's lips curl and he reaches over to play with Siegfried's hair. ] I wish to see it again.
[ After returning to his full senses, Siegfried shifts onto his side, mind still hazy with the aftertaste of pleasure and an overall contentedness sweeping over him. Still drunk off what they'd shared but attempting to steady his breathing, he laughs, an embarrassed sound that makes him briefly hide his expression in the curve of Percival's shoulder. ]
With your permission, I may have gotten a bit carried away.
[ But he doesn't sound the least bit regretful. Quite the contrary. Though he strokes Percival's cock slower, lazier, his fingers drag along the shaft more firmly, a content little sigh escaping him as he insists on continuing to give his lover attention. He licks and nibbles along the other's jaw. ]
[ It's not long before his mind finds its way through the contented little haze that was occupying it, and soon, some of that afterglow passes and he's left to deal with the aftermath of their eagerness. From coming once before and being stroked into hardness so soon again, he's oversensitive, every brush of Siegfried's fingers uncomfortably sharp. Though he loves the attention he's receiving, the drawl of Siegfried's voice against his ear as he speaks and presses kisses against his jaw, the friction on his cock continues to force him into a raw state of arousal, both pleasurable and overstimulating.
That sated, relaxed look on Percival's face before disappears now, replaced with a more familiar look of annoyance. ]
Nngh ... It's still too soon after the last time. [ But he's not going to stop Siegfried, since it's more disappointing to not finish after he's already so hard. ]
[ That should have been enough for him to stop, but, well... this was as good a chance as any for Percival to assert their new code if he truly wished for him to stop. ]
Hmm? Do you want me to stop? [ He murmurs, and though his arousal has been thoroughly sated, he feels a certain satisfaction in being able to make the other hard again so soon.
Not that he himself is impervious to such effects, he's finding, especially when his body seems to be so weak for Percival's in particular. His fingers stroke him eagerly, the pace of his movements having picked up so that he slides his hand down Percival's cock in a steady rhythm. He's enjoying exploring him like this, feeling the weight and heft of him with little shame while his lips find Percival's once more and kiss him deeply. ]
[ Though every stroke and squeeze of the sensitive flesh of his cock feels raw, bringing about a pleasure that was both stinging and good, he feels himself dreading the loss of that sensation immediately. There's no way he would ask to stop.
With his lips taken, he's not in the position to make his wishes known, but how he feels can be inferred from the way he accepts that kiss, pressing his lips sweetly to Siegfried's own. He shifts his body closer to Siegfried's, a hand resting over the other man's and stroking him languidly to encourage that touch. It's still a sharp feeling that borders on uncomfortable, and he does wince in response, but the more Siegfried shows him that gentleness - especially after taking him so roughly - the more Percival gets into the right frame of mind to enjoy those ministrations, working his way closer and closer to the finish he knows is coming. His breathing eventually picks up as he nears it, and his fingers encourage the other man's hand over his stomach, guiding it up his own stomach in a bid for more touch. ]
[ They could fall into an endless spell like this, and simply never leave this bed. Siegfried kisses him and works his cock as hungrily as he'd done so the night before, and then this morning— he doesn't think he will tire of any of this anytime soon. Not when his lips can drink in the subtle change in his breathing, or when he knows that the twitch of Percival's cock within his grasp is because of him.
He pays extra attention to the underside of his tip, teasing and pressing down on the sensitive flesh with each quick stroke. ]
[ It's not long before the careful and relentless attention does bring him over the edge. With a low moan, Percival feels that familiar wave of pleasure rocking through him, sharper and more intense with how it's only been minutes since he had felt it last. His body is forced into an arch back, and he grips Siegfried's hand through the overwhelming sensation, gasping and breathing hard. ]
Siegfried! [ He calls out the other man's name in one desperate moan, and his mouth hangs open for a few seconds, expression dazed dumbfounded in a manner very unlike himself. He continues to lie there, reeling in the intensity of the orgasm that had just travelled through his body.
Finally, his body relaxes, and he head slumps against the pillow, aching and exhaustion creeping in from how much he's put his body through in the span of one morning. Though he's tired beyond belief, and it shows in the way he lays there limp and boneless, eyes barely staying open, the fussy part of Percival does take notice of their general state of being. ]
[ His name on the other's lips... it inspires a selfishness in him that Siegfried wasn't aware he had. The way Percival moans and arches for him and rides the waves of pleasure makes his own breath hitch and his heartbeat quicken again. He nuzzles the tip of his nose against the other's temple as he climaxes, smiling as he feels hot and sticky cum coat his fingers and stain Percival's abdomen.
He melds easily into the other's slumped body, caring little to do anything about the mess they've just made (really, most of the mess is on Percival, trickling down his thighs and abdomen), simply resting his soiled hand on the other's hip as he enjoys the warmth and closeness of their bodies. ]
Mmm... [ Comes the mumbled reply from a face buried in Percival's hair.
Maybe you thought I was joking but he really is back asleep, jizz on his fingers and all. ]
[ guess he's sleeping in jizz .... and his morning routine is also ruined ... ]
[ Even if he finds the aftermath of their very heated tryst quite disgusting, there's comfort in laying there nested up against Siegfried. The other man holds him gently, and it's such a far cry from minutes before when he was driving into him harshly and pulling roughly on his hair. The contrast between both experiences makes him more sensitive to the blissful, comfortable sensation of simply existing there pressed up against Siegfried. It's difficult to continue showing his annoyance when they're so relaxed, but he does try, building up into a frown. ]
Are you asleep ...? We should wash up. [ There's a petulant but light little tug at Siegfried's hair. When no response comes, Percival eventually relents, letting out a sigh and resigning himself to napping in their filth. His own body tires as well, and he doubts he would get very far in that morning routine if he were to try. ]
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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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Having found the spot where the pleasure is at its highest, he fucks himself harder upon it, taking Siegfried in deeper and rougher, pushing the limits of his own body so the tired ache from within feels more divine. At some point he knows he's using Siegfried to chase his own orgasm, and there's some measure of shame in the thought of being so selfish and lustful, but he's too far over the edge to cease. The harshness over his nipples has him gasping, and he's swimming in more and more need. ]
Siegfried ... [ He breathes out, the other man's name sounding more like a breathy moan than any attempt at coherent speech. ] I'm close.
[ The ruts become harsher, Percival so lost in the moment he abandons all ceremony and impales his body onto that cock he's developed such a craving for. When he knows he's almost at that point, he drives Siegfried deeper into himself with rough force, groaning loudly as the pressure finally takes him over the edge.
Unable to control himself, he finishes against Siegfried's body, dirtying his chest with the white seed. Percival's energy seems to sap from his body afterward, movements becoming sluggish. With Siegfried still buried in him, he's content sitting there on his lap, holding him and leaning against his shoulder. ]
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He has to fight back his body's own instinct to drown completely in Percival's body. Not yet. Not even when he feels that exquisite friction grow tighter around his cock, the sensation of Percival riding out his climax making him groan as he struggles to maintain reins of his body.
He takes it all in: From the loud cry that signals he's there, to the warm seed spilling onto his chest. He loves all of it, arms wrapping around Percival's waist and drawing him in close as he comes back down. ]
You're very beautiful, Percival.
[ He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the other's ear. It's a very brief reprieve, because immediately after, he's shifting, slipping out of him and flipping their positions suddenly so that Percival is beneath him.
They're not finished.
He's also taking advantage of the fact that Percival's a bit drunk with afterglow to unceremoniously flip the other man over so that he lies on his stomach. ]
Get on your hands and knees.
[ This is a nice view, too. ]
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Weakly, he eases those position changes along, breathing hard against the sheets as he keeps his heavy gaze fixed on the man behind him. ]
Yes. Of course. [ He doesn't have much in him left to put on some posturing act of protest or feign annoyance. Right now he's at his most sincere, and at his core, Percival has always followed Siegfried's orders, submitting to him and placing in him all his trust. Obediently, he starts to push himself up to his hands and feed, movements weaker than usual from the exhaustion in his muscles. It's embarrassing, but he presents himself to Siegfried, even reaching back to spread his cheeks with a hand to allow easier penetration. ]
I-I'm ready. Please go on.
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Even if he'd wanted to hold back, the way Percival offers himself would have crumbled the strongest of his resolve. It's too tempting. It's utterly disarming to see him like this, such a contrast to the prim and formal Percival he's always known. It's vulgar, and at least for the moment, for his eyes only.
Siegfried wastes no time then, positioning himself between the other's folded knees and groaning as he sheathes himself fully in his ass again. It's an addicting feeling. One that he'd already missed even if they'd only been separated for a minute or so. ]
Are you truly? [ He breathes out, reaching beneath Percival's hips to grab a firm hold of his soft cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts of his hips. He fucks him with increasingly recklessness this time, greedy and demanding. His free hand knots in Percival's hair, pulling so that the other man has no choice but to arch his back, a shameless sight that makes his head spin and his moans increase in volume. ]
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The muscles of his thighs and hips are sore, aching still from the exertion before, but he pays them little mind, meeting Siegfried's reckless thrusts by thrusting himself back onto him.
The firm, calloused hand stroking his cock with roughness, demanding him hard again, feels painful in its delivery, sharp and relentless in what it wants from him. Still, both Percival's mind and body are happy to comply; though the sensitivity makes the touch painful, there's pleasure he derives from the sensation, from the knowledge that he's so desired, and his cock hardens gradually under Siegfried's ministrations.
His head is forced back, and though he's normally fussy about others pulling his hair, he doesn't mind this at all, relishing in being used to Siegfried's content. It's an odd thought to be crossing his mind in this moment, but he might do anything for this man. Anything at all.
The sincerity of his devotion betrays the shamelessness of what does come out of his mouth when he tries to speak. ] Of course, I -- Siegfried. Keep going ... Harder. It feels like I'm going to break, but I ... don't want you to stop.
[ He clutches onto the sheets for dear life, but continues to roll his hips into Siegfried, thrusting his cock into the man's hand and taking him deeper. ]
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Percival... [ He gasps, feeling himself being driven to the edge of madness every time he sinks into Percival, ruthless and greedy. This need is primal, unlike anything he's experienced with the other man, even given their tryst of the night before. He lets go of the other's hair suddenly, instead bracing his hand against his chest and pressing his own body to Percival's back. ] ... I'm close.
[ As much as he never wants this feeling to end, as feverish and drunk as he is on Percival's body, he has been driven to the edge. ]
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The weight against his back is enough to make his elbows give way, his chest tumbling into the sheets, but he keeps his hips raised for the other man to use them. Clutching onto the sheets, he looks over his shoulder, eyes both adoring and clouded with arousal. ]
Then come, Siegfried ... [ With a bit more shame: ] You may do so ... inside.
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Percival! [ His mind swims with nothing but thoughts of the other man— of his body, of his scent, of the sounds he makes, as he moves hard and fast to a desperate climax. He releases into him with another shuddering gasp of his name, filling him and selfishly staying buried inside of him until he's given him every last drop.
But even when his hips slow their movements, his hand does not, continuing to milk the other man even as Siegfried's breaths begin to steady again. ]
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It's ecstasy for him as well when he feels the other man's hot seed filling him up, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot one final time before coming to a rest still inside him. There's cum he can feel at his deepest point, some dripping out of him and soiling the flesh of his thighs, but he doesn't find it disgusting. Rather, even if he hasn't come, he's sated, drunk on the fact that he was able to make Siegfried relinquish self-control. The other man called his name after all, and so unabashedly too.
His body's spent, and he finally falls to the sheets, lying there as his muscles recover. ]
It's rare that I see you lose such control. [ The hand still working at his cock makes him wince, but with how his body aches from being taken with such roughness, he hasn't quite come down from that mental high, still existing in a sated little bubble. Percival's lips curl and he reaches over to play with Siegfried's hair. ] I wish to see it again.
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With your permission, I may have gotten a bit carried away.
[ But he doesn't sound the least bit regretful. Quite the contrary. Though he strokes Percival's cock slower, lazier, his fingers drag along the shaft more firmly, a content little sigh escaping him as he insists on continuing to give his lover attention. He licks and nibbles along the other's jaw. ]
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That sated, relaxed look on Percival's face before disappears now, replaced with a more familiar look of annoyance. ]
Nngh ... It's still too soon after the last time. [ But he's not going to stop Siegfried, since it's more disappointing to not finish after he's already so hard. ]
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Hmm? Do you want me to stop? [ He murmurs, and though his arousal has been thoroughly sated, he feels a certain satisfaction in being able to make the other hard again so soon.
Not that he himself is impervious to such effects, he's finding, especially when his body seems to be so weak for Percival's in particular. His fingers stroke him eagerly, the pace of his movements having picked up so that he slides his hand down Percival's cock in a steady rhythm. He's enjoying exploring him like this, feeling the weight and heft of him with little shame while his lips find Percival's once more and kiss him deeply. ]
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With his lips taken, he's not in the position to make his wishes known, but how he feels can be inferred from the way he accepts that kiss, pressing his lips sweetly to Siegfried's own. He shifts his body closer to Siegfried's, a hand resting over the other man's and stroking him languidly to encourage that touch. It's still a sharp feeling that borders on uncomfortable, and he does wince in response, but the more Siegfried shows him that gentleness - especially after taking him so roughly - the more Percival gets into the right frame of mind to enjoy those ministrations, working his way closer and closer to the finish he knows is coming. His breathing eventually picks up as he nears it, and his fingers encourage the other man's hand over his stomach, guiding it up his own stomach in a bid for more touch. ]
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He pays extra attention to the underside of his tip, teasing and pressing down on the sensitive flesh with each quick stroke. ]
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Siegfried! [ He calls out the other man's name in one desperate moan, and his mouth hangs open for a few seconds, expression dazed dumbfounded in a manner very unlike himself. He continues to lie there, reeling in the intensity of the orgasm that had just travelled through his body.
Finally, his body relaxes, and he head slumps against the pillow, aching and exhaustion creeping in from how much he's put his body through in the span of one morning. Though he's tired beyond belief, and it shows in the way he lays there limp and boneless, eyes barely staying open, the fussy part of Percival does take notice of their general state of being. ]
... We're filthy.
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He melds easily into the other's slumped body, caring little to do anything about the mess they've just made (really, most of the mess is on Percival, trickling down his thighs and abdomen), simply resting his soiled hand on the other's hip as he enjoys the warmth and closeness of their bodies. ]
Mmm... [ Comes the mumbled reply from a face buried in Percival's hair.
Maybe you thought I was joking but he really is back asleep, jizz on his fingers and all. ]
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[ Even if he finds the aftermath of their very heated tryst quite disgusting, there's comfort in laying there nested up against Siegfried. The other man holds him gently, and it's such a far cry from minutes before when he was driving into him harshly and pulling roughly on his hair. The contrast between both experiences makes him more sensitive to the blissful, comfortable sensation of simply existing there pressed up against Siegfried. It's difficult to continue showing his annoyance when they're so relaxed, but he does try, building up into a frown. ]
Are you asleep ...? We should wash up. [ There's a petulant but light little tug at Siegfried's hair. When no response comes, Percival eventually relents, letting out a sigh and resigning himself to napping in their filth. His own body tires as well, and he doubts he would get very far in that morning routine if he were to try. ]