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.
[ 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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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. ]