[ 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 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. ]