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