[ Shura apparently wouldn't have to wait too long for what she wanted to coax out of him, because despite his reservations before, Percival's desires has his hands and lips moving just as enthusiastically as her own, perhaps more so, now that she's berated him for worrying too much. His muscles tense, and his pants grow tighter between his legs when she shifts more comfortably into his lap, her movements against his both playful and eager.
It gives him even more courage than before, to graze his hand from the curve of her hips, upwards and along her torso, and then snake his fingertips beneath her low neckline. He teases her slowly, even while his kisses grow hungrier and less refined, touch carressing lightly beneath the fabric of her dress and the swell of her breast. But eventually, he ceases being coy, drawing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching— playful but quite firm. ]
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It gives him even more courage than before, to graze his hand from the curve of her hips, upwards and along her torso, and then snake his fingertips beneath her low neckline. He teases her slowly, even while his kisses grow hungrier and less refined, touch carressing lightly beneath the fabric of her dress and the swell of her breast. But eventually, he ceases being coy, drawing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching— playful but quite firm. ]