Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others What: Catchall for the rest of December + Eventual Gala stuff When: December Where: Wherever Warning(s): None yet! Will warn in threads if necessary.
[ at first, he's not sure what to do. it's all so sudden, very surprising, but not unwanted. something about the sweetness that warms him from head to toe, from ears to tail, and it makes him lick his lips in readiness for... something. perhaps another piece of candy? perhaps he'd be a little more indignant after being called greedy, especially by someone who was so RUDE ABOUT HIS FONDNESS FOR BONES but.
well.
he gasps, but it's quickly deadened. there's the source of minty freshness, from a much more personal kind of sharing. it feels... nice. better than he expected. if only he had more experience kissing, but there is something he's good at: using his tongue. with much use comes strength.
and with that skill and knowledge, he slips it between Percival's lips, desperate to get some of that flavor and make it his own. ]
[ Percival has no idea what might have possessed him to act this way. All he knows is that finally kissing Keaton and sharing the rest of the candy with him placates his urge, at least momentarily, electricity surging through his body when the other man returns the gesture. Keaton’s lips are sticky, much like his own, and Percival grows more emboldened when Keaton’s tongue meets his own and entices him further.
They’re still in public, and while that worry lingers in the back of his mind, it’s apparently not enough of a worry that he feels the need to pull back. Instead, he wraps his arms around the other’s shoulders and urges him further back, until Keaton might feel the slight impact of a wall.
He deepens the kiss, the tip of his tongue dragging along his lower lip as he lightly tugs on the other’s hair. ]
[ this is... fun? at least, it feels like fun, sticky lips and all. he's not sure what else it could be, because nothing else has ever felt this good in a long time? other than some of the more violent and bloodthirsty quirks that this Wolfskin could imbibe in, this is a very different sensation that creeps along the edges of his skin and makes him want to return everything that Percival does in double. triple, even.
when his back taps the wall, he growls playfully. what a feisty human to be so persuasive with his movements! ordinarily, he might be a little annoyed by his hair being touched like that, but it's welcome. just like Percival. almost everything he does is egging him on, and the warmth that comes with it? equally enjoyable.
and now his tail dips low, acquiescing his own control, to allow Percival to reach into his mouth with a light suck. his head tilts to go with the pull. unsure where to place his hands, he reaches back and up to Percival's shoulders and brings him closer. ]
[ 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. ]
[ if he had any fear of being seen in public doing stuff like this, it doesn't show--- especially as he hungrily explores Percival's mouth one final time before pulling out of the kiss with a harsh pant, quickly using his tongue to lick around Percival's lips and make sure no bit is left. the candy? probably gone, dissolved in shared and heated saliva, traces only found on flesh and in their spit. ]
Are... are we sick?
[ there's the barest fear that bubbles out of a sudden confusion, of being overwhelmed by feelings he doesn't understand. for how rough he had been treated in their first encounter to... this, where he can't see himself ever letting go. it's his warmth, his fervor, his everything. and to someone who is more or less animal, a shapeshifter that has never felt comfortable with humans.
and especially like this.
he's still hungry. ]
Maybe we should... go somewhere else? To cool off?
[ It is nearly painful to pull away, and that fact alone is rather alarming when Percival allows himself to grasp a bit at his senses. Even now, he can't help but drag his tongue along his own lips. This time, he craves not the taste of the candy, but that of his companion. The warmth on his skin has yet to die down, perhaps even intensifying when Keaton speaks again. Even his voice is beginning to send a shiver down the knight's spine. ]
No. That's not it.
[ Percival has been unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate, so they at least have an idea of what is happening?) enough to recognize this uncontrollable desire now. He knows that the food and beverage of this world can be tampered with. Even the water isn't guaranteed to be safe. He grimaces at the idea of what they've fallen into. Especially Keaton, who seems completely caught off-guard. ]
Whatever we ate, it's been tampered with. You're aware of the sort of things this society can't get enough of, aren't you?
[ Even while he sounds absolutely judgmental about the concept, the only way he can think of to hide his humiliation is to bury his face in the depths of Keaton's face, along his ears. ]
But... that's not a terribly bad idea. Some fresh air might help us come to our senses.
[ He grabs ahold of Keaton's hand, leading them away from the area and into a hallway. ]
[ but he doesn't seem that bothered by it. despite his heart pounding in his chest, the blood rushing up to his cheeks and down to... other places, the warmth that Percival exudes is palpable. when Keaton feels the human's face near his ear, it twitches against his cheek before he turns to once again lick, tongue sliding across where the fluff had just been moments ago. the slight sheen of saliva, gleaming off his skin, where he stares idly.
what are these things? and this society? what exactly do they want from him. surely they're not poachers, but... ]
Yes. Let's get out of here.
[ though, as they turn around a corner and down that hallway, he can't help it anymore. he has to stop. and when he does, he's already pinning Percival against a wall. the sounds of the party are dull and far away, the stillness of the air begging for something to happen.
the desire is suffocating him. it's overwhelming. what he wants, he's not entirely sure--- but familiar feelings start to come to mind. the times where he walked in on other men in the army's bathhouse, days where he's slyly stolen glances...
his hands grip Percival's waist, so that Keaton could grind up against him. ]
Yes. Something like that, at least. It... isn't lethal, as far as I'm aware, but it's extremely invasive.
[ And while Percival can't help but be extremely pissed off that they're up to this bullshit again (and he's fallen for this bullshit again), he minds the thought less and less by the second. That's the way these things worked.
It feels as if those minutes in the hallway are an eternity. Percival falters as he moves through the hallway, shaking his head. ]
Wait. This isn't the way to the outside--
[ Not that he has any time to re-orient them, apparently. He winces in surprise when he's suddenly pressed against the wall, feeling his skin burn with re-ignited desire. ]
What are you--! Not yet! We're still in plain sight!
[ He protests, nails digging into Keaton's forearm. He doesn't push him away, however, and despite his protests, is even pulling the other man closer. His body responds in a way that directly contradicts his words, thighs parting so that he might reach a better angle, to feel Keaton's arousal press and drag against his own hardened cock.
Percival's mouth still yearns, and so he leaves lazy, wanting kisses along Keaton's temple and jaw. All the while, his hands search beneath fabric. ]
But we are outside! [ he'd pout if he could, but the growing need to do something about his other needs are taking a higher priority than worrying about how far they were from the tainted plant. whatever bullshit that Percival's had to deal with before, he can't imagine it being as bad (or good) as this. ]
I just... I gotta do something about it. You know what I'm saying?
[ his words soften as he leans in, presses his nose against Percy's cheek before lowering his head down to the side of his neck, then his throat once those kisses pass. with short, sharp sniffs, his tail starts to swing freely again behind him. a warm scent, something indulgent and borderline cloying to his senses.
surely, no one will follow the noises that are being made? any place can be private. this is certainly one. but does he even care about that? he can't really answer, his sensibilities are foreign to many in the first place. ]
[ The vague terms that Keaton is speaking in is completely at odds with how his body is responding. Instinct is a powerful force, evidently. He captures Keaton's lips very briefly, forcibly pushing the mental cloud over his thoughts to address him very seriously when he forces himself to pull away. Percival looks directly into the other's eyes, resting his fingers just beneath the other's waistband. ]
Have you never done something like this before?
[ Did he truly want his first time to be like this, the consequence of foolishly eating the wrong thing with a near-stranger? ]
[ instinct leads the way a little, pushes Keaton in a direction that still makes him very unsure. very unsteady. he knows what danger feels like, but none of his gut feelings say that he's in that sort of environment. not with Percival, who... seems to show concern with that question? which makes him even more comfortable with answering it, teeth grazing Percy's throat as he draws back slightly. ]
Yes and no. [ honesty, as both ears twitch. ] With a human? No. With another Wolfskin?... not this far.
[ he clenches his jaw, a loud sniff to accompany the following shudder. ]
But I want to.
[ and moves his own hands to grope and feel through Percival's clothes, fingers curling and resting on his crotch. one giant step for Wolfskin-kind. ]
[ Percival is concerned, because aside from having little control over their urges, to have this be someone else's first experience is extremely... well, it could potentially be traumatizing, couldn't it? And yet, he finds it difficult to hold on to that worry for too long when he feels the hint of fangs trace along his throat, making his skin flush with need. He swallows hard. ]
Are you... absolutely sure? You realize... [ Even as he continues, an attempt to keep his voice low, his fingertips search urgently along Keaton's thighs, hooking beneath the other's waistband. ]
That you may well regret this later, don't you? [ Or maybe he won't Maybe not everyone was like Percival, who tried to present himself as disciplined at all times. Even while he poses the question, he shifts his gaze to their sides. They're alone for now, but--
He presses hard against Keaton, providing resistance against his hold, intent on grabbing the other's wrist and pulling him into the nearest room. Hopefully it's empty. Who knows what purpose it serves, but what does it matter? ]
[ there are no regrets that Keaton will dwell on after this, though his thoughts are muddled with the sweet traces of peppermint still on his tongue. and perhaps it's instinct that drives him to let Percival lead them to this incidental and inconspicuous room. the one that looks like some kind of waiting room, couches and chairs and all sorts of things to lie down upon and...
wait. is that what he wants? his arousal has been growing in more than one way this entire time, and it's more than uncomfortable as he's more or less being led by his arousal (also in more than one way).
but once they're truly isolated, Keaton strikes. or rather, he accompanies the man toward the larger of the couches, one that could certainly hold two people laying length-wise with a little... careful positioning. ]
Here. This is good. I like this one.
[ he really can't take it anymore. despite his best efforts and with Percy's hands already there, he tugs his pants down, wiggling the belt loose so that he could finally get rid of one source of tension.
[ Keaton hasn't really... answered his question, not really. The answer can be implied by the way he enthusiastically follows his lead, but it doesn't completely dispel Percival's reservations. He frowns, unable to deny the desire to run his hands further along the other's waist, and even lower-- ]
You're much too carefree about this.
[ It's meant to be a scolding, but the way he quickly and expertly (he's a man who has dealt with a lot of armor, okay) helps Keaton out of his pants. He doesn't waste any time in continuing to unbutton his shirt, either, quickly dragging it past his shoulders and arms, and finally, completely off.
Too carefree about this, he accuses, even while he works to rid himself of the rest of his garments, as well, not yet allowing himself a good long look at the man before him. ]
[ despite his general dislike of bathing, he chose the best time to have one--- prior to the party, using the soaps and shampoos that some were happy to just hand over when they saw the dust trails exploding off his tail like a smokestack of a train.
he's not human, but what he packs is certainly human. above average and manageable. he does start to wag his tail, eyeing Percival's body with slowly lowering lids, a bit of tongue peeking out from his tongue before speaking up: ]
And you're much too stiff! [ or is it him? anyway. ] Modesty is such a human thing.
[ with a gentle wave of a hand, he's already up against Percival again and snuffling about his face and hair. one tail is wagging furiously. the other? it feels better to grind up against skin than clothes, that's for sure. ]
[ Yes, the last thing Keaton needs is to be scolded for his lack of hygiene, too?!
Finally, with one last tug of his own pants to let them pool around his ankles (that tie proved to be a nuisance for a few seconds), Percival takes a good look at Keaton. It's difficult for him to fight off the instinct for him to feel embarrassed at standing in front of him so exposed, especially when his eyes wander between Keaton's legs.
As for himself, he's undeniably hard, clearly worked up by Keaton's teeth and the previous moments' friction between them.
Now, Percival actually smiles a little, oddly endeared by the sight of Keaton's tail wagging so enthusiastically. He wraps his arms around the other's shoulders, pulling him towards the couch and onto his lap. ]
You care so little to maintain some dignity? [ It's hard to take him seriously when he punctuates the question with a soft kiss to Keaton's lips, lightly running his tongue along the front of his fangs. ] Very well. This is your last chance to change your mind.
[ He lowers his hands to cup the other's ass, playfully pulling on his tail. ]
[ Percival wouldn't be the first one to criticize him. certainly wouldn't be the last. except, well... if he did, it might sting a little, just because it'd come from someone he obviously trusts to see his naked, weaker, not-werewolf body. if he HAD any sore spot, it'd be that, but with Percival it doesn't feel like one and he's grateful for that small comfort--- especially with how hot he's feeling and wondering if that relief will come soon?
he IS a little surprised by how strong Percival is, how easy it is for him to get pulled into his lap? like a real lapdog, only he is not that in the slightest. he's a proud Wolfskin, one whose tail is now getting a tug and that gets him to grunt, his hips jolting forward to rub against Percival and then the smallest rumble of a moan escapes his lips while simultaneously dealing with that... lick.
his nerves are on fire. ]
Ha, show me your worst. [ said teasingly, tauntingly, now finally taking the time to return the kiss with one of his own with a modest and oddly reserved tenderness. ]
[ Thankfully, the only emotion, aside from an urgent need to occupy his mouth and make the other man feel good, is a strange sense of gratitude. Even if Keaton seems to go about this in a much more easygoing, nonchalant manner, he knows that exposing himself like this takes at least a little bit of trust. And though they may not know each other terribly well, that is something Percival appreciates. It helps him feel increasingly comfortable in Keaton's presence, makes his limbs relax even while his muscles tense with desire. ]
Very well. [ Percival says lowly, right before his lips are captured in a surprisingly tender kiss. The light grazing of Keaton's tongue against his own sparks something in him again, something that he feels more free to express now that Keaton has made his position on the matter clear enough.
Eventually, he shifts their positions such that he eases Keaton further into the sofa, reclining the other's back against the cushions and pressing some of his weight down upon him, almost possessive. He never once breaks the kiss, snaking his hand between them to grip Keaton's cock firmly in his hold. ]
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well.
he gasps, but it's quickly deadened. there's the source of minty freshness, from a much more personal kind of sharing. it feels... nice. better than he expected. if only he had more experience kissing, but there is something he's good at: using his tongue. with much use comes strength.
and with that skill and knowledge, he slips it between Percival's lips, desperate to get some of that flavor and make it his own. ]
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They’re still in public, and while that worry lingers in the back of his mind, it’s apparently not enough of a worry that he feels the need to pull back. Instead, he wraps his arms around the other’s shoulders and urges him further back, until Keaton might feel the slight impact of a wall.
He deepens the kiss, the tip of his tongue dragging along his lower lip as he lightly tugs on the other’s hair. ]
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when his back taps the wall, he growls playfully. what a feisty human to be so persuasive with his movements! ordinarily, he might be a little annoyed by his hair being touched like that, but it's welcome. just like Percival. almost everything he does is egging him on, and the warmth that comes with it? equally enjoyable.
and now his tail dips low, acquiescing his own control, to allow Percival to reach into his mouth with a light suck. his head tilts to go with the pull. unsure where to place his hands, he reaches back and up to Percival's shoulders and brings him closer. ]
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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. ]
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Are... are we sick?
[ there's the barest fear that bubbles out of a sudden confusion, of being overwhelmed by feelings he doesn't understand. for how rough he had been treated in their first encounter to... this, where he can't see himself ever letting go. it's his warmth, his fervor, his everything. and to someone who is more or less animal, a shapeshifter that has never felt comfortable with humans.
and especially like this.
he's still hungry. ]
Maybe we should... go somewhere else? To cool off?
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No. That's not it.
[ Percival has been unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate, so they at least have an idea of what is happening?) enough to recognize this uncontrollable desire now. He knows that the food and beverage of this world can be tampered with. Even the water isn't guaranteed to be safe. He grimaces at the idea of what they've fallen into. Especially Keaton, who seems completely caught off-guard. ]
Whatever we ate, it's been tampered with. You're aware of the sort of things this society can't get enough of, aren't you?
[ Even while he sounds absolutely judgmental about the concept, the only way he can think of to hide his humiliation is to bury his face in the depths of Keaton's face, along his ears. ]
But... that's not a terribly bad idea. Some fresh air might help us come to our senses.
[ He grabs ahold of Keaton's hand, leading them away from the area and into a hallway. ]
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[ but he doesn't seem that bothered by it. despite his heart pounding in his chest, the blood rushing up to his cheeks and down to... other places, the warmth that Percival exudes is palpable. when Keaton feels the human's face near his ear, it twitches against his cheek before he turns to once again lick, tongue sliding across where the fluff had just been moments ago. the slight sheen of saliva, gleaming off his skin, where he stares idly.
what are these things? and this society? what exactly do they want from him. surely they're not poachers, but... ]
Yes. Let's get out of here.
[ though, as they turn around a corner and down that hallway, he can't help it anymore. he has to stop. and when he does, he's already pinning Percival against a wall. the sounds of the party are dull and far away, the stillness of the air begging for something to happen.
the desire is suffocating him. it's overwhelming. what he wants, he's not entirely sure--- but familiar feelings start to come to mind. the times where he walked in on other men in the army's bathhouse, days where he's slyly stolen glances...
his hands grip Percival's waist, so that Keaton could grind up against him. ]
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[ And while Percival can't help but be extremely pissed off that they're up to this bullshit again (and he's fallen for this bullshit again), he minds the thought less and less by the second. That's the way these things worked.
It feels as if those minutes in the hallway are an eternity. Percival falters as he moves through the hallway, shaking his head. ]
Wait. This isn't the way to the outside--
[ Not that he has any time to re-orient them, apparently. He winces in surprise when he's suddenly pressed against the wall, feeling his skin burn with re-ignited desire. ]
What are you--! Not yet! We're still in plain sight!
[ He protests, nails digging into Keaton's forearm. He doesn't push him away, however, and despite his protests, is even pulling the other man closer. His body responds in a way that directly contradicts his words, thighs parting so that he might reach a better angle, to feel Keaton's arousal press and drag against his own hardened cock.
Percival's mouth still yearns, and so he leaves lazy, wanting kisses along Keaton's temple and jaw. All the while, his hands search beneath fabric. ]
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I just... I gotta do something about it. You know what I'm saying?
[ his words soften as he leans in, presses his nose against Percy's cheek before lowering his head down to the side of his neck, then his throat once those kisses pass. with short, sharp sniffs, his tail starts to swing freely again behind him. a warm scent, something indulgent and borderline cloying to his senses.
surely, no one will follow the noises that are being made? any place can be private. this is certainly one. but does he even care about that? he can't really answer, his sensibilities are foreign to many in the first place. ]
But I don't know what.
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Have you never done something like this before?
[ Did he truly want his first time to be like this, the consequence of foolishly eating the wrong thing with a near-stranger? ]
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Yes and no. [ honesty, as both ears twitch. ] With a human? No. With another Wolfskin?... not this far.
[ he clenches his jaw, a loud sniff to accompany the following shudder. ]
But I want to.
[ and moves his own hands to grope and feel through Percival's clothes, fingers curling and resting on his crotch. one giant step for Wolfskin-kind. ]
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Are you... absolutely sure? You realize... [ Even as he continues, an attempt to keep his voice low, his fingertips search urgently along Keaton's thighs, hooking beneath the other's waistband. ]
That you may well regret this later, don't you? [ Or maybe he won't Maybe not everyone was like Percival, who tried to present himself as disciplined at all times. Even while he poses the question, he shifts his gaze to their sides. They're alone for now, but--
He presses hard against Keaton, providing resistance against his hold, intent on grabbing the other's wrist and pulling him into the nearest room. Hopefully it's empty. Who knows what purpose it serves, but what does it matter? ]
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wait. is that what he wants? his arousal has been growing in more than one way this entire time, and it's more than uncomfortable as he's more or less being led by his arousal (also in more than one way).
but once they're truly isolated, Keaton strikes. or rather, he accompanies the man toward the larger of the couches, one that could certainly hold two people laying length-wise with a little... careful positioning. ]
Here. This is good. I like this one.
[ he really can't take it anymore. despite his best efforts and with Percy's hands already there, he tugs his pants down, wiggling the belt loose so that he could finally get rid of one source of tension.
also his tail(s) can freely hang. incredible. ]
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You're much too carefree about this.
[ It's meant to be a scolding, but the way he quickly and expertly (he's a man who has dealt with a lot of armor, okay) helps Keaton out of his pants. He doesn't waste any time in continuing to unbutton his shirt, either, quickly dragging it past his shoulders and arms, and finally, completely off.
Too carefree about this, he accuses, even while he works to rid himself of the rest of his garments, as well, not yet allowing himself a good long look at the man before him. ]
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he's not human, but what he packs is certainly human. above average and manageable. he does start to wag his tail, eyeing Percival's body with slowly lowering lids, a bit of tongue peeking out from his tongue before speaking up: ]
And you're much too stiff! [ or is it him? anyway. ] Modesty is such a human thing.
[ with a gentle wave of a hand, he's already up against Percival again and snuffling about his face and hair. one tail is wagging furiously. the other? it feels better to grind up against skin than clothes, that's for sure. ]
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Finally, with one last tug of his own pants to let them pool around his ankles (that tie proved to be a nuisance for a few seconds), Percival takes a good look at Keaton. It's difficult for him to fight off the instinct for him to feel embarrassed at standing in front of him so exposed, especially when his eyes wander between Keaton's legs.
As for himself, he's undeniably hard, clearly worked up by Keaton's teeth and the previous moments' friction between them.
Now, Percival actually smiles a little, oddly endeared by the sight of Keaton's tail wagging so enthusiastically. He wraps his arms around the other's shoulders, pulling him towards the couch and onto his lap. ]
You care so little to maintain some dignity? [ It's hard to take him seriously when he punctuates the question with a soft kiss to Keaton's lips, lightly running his tongue along the front of his fangs. ] Very well. This is your last chance to change your mind.
[ He lowers his hands to cup the other's ass, playfully pulling on his tail. ]
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he IS a little surprised by how strong Percival is, how easy it is for him to get pulled into his lap? like a real lapdog, only he is not that in the slightest. he's a proud Wolfskin, one whose tail is now getting a tug and that gets him to grunt, his hips jolting forward to rub against Percival and then the smallest rumble of a moan escapes his lips while simultaneously dealing with that... lick.
his nerves are on fire. ]
Ha, show me your worst. [ said teasingly, tauntingly, now finally taking the time to return the kiss with one of his own with a modest and oddly reserved tenderness. ]
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Very well. [ Percival says lowly, right before his lips are captured in a surprisingly tender kiss. The light grazing of Keaton's tongue against his own sparks something in him again, something that he feels more free to express now that Keaton has made his position on the matter clear enough.
Eventually, he shifts their positions such that he eases Keaton further into the sofa, reclining the other's back against the cushions and pressing some of his weight down upon him, almost possessive. He never once breaks the kiss, snaking his hand between them to grip Keaton's cock firmly in his hold. ]