[ 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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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. ]