[ It's a bit alarming how that growl sends a shiver up his spine, the tiny little sound making him even more emboldened. This, coupled with Keaton's silent encouragement to continue, make it nearly impossible for Percival to care to suppress the urge to occupy his mouth.
He doesn't press any further than Keaton seems willing to go, at least not yet, but the way he kisses him and eagerly draws more of him in. He also, in contrast with the type of person he usually is, isn't particularly neat about the kisses he leaves on Keaton's lips and tongue.
No, he licks eagerly at any trail of sticky sweetness left behind by either of them, inhaling sharply as he's drawn closer and feels his blood race faster. This is fun, and strangely liberating.
He should care that they can be seen like this. He really should. Instead, he only raises his hands to thread through Keaton's hair (fur?), fingertips lightly tracing the outline of his ears. ]
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He doesn't press any further than Keaton seems willing to go, at least not yet, but the way he kisses him and eagerly draws more of him in. He also, in contrast with the type of person he usually is, isn't particularly neat about the kisses he leaves on Keaton's lips and tongue.
No, he licks eagerly at any trail of sticky sweetness left behind by either of them, inhaling sharply as he's drawn closer and feels his blood race faster. This is fun, and strangely liberating.
He should care that they can be seen like this. He really should. Instead, he only raises his hands to thread through Keaton's hair (fur?), fingertips lightly tracing the outline of his ears. ]