[ slipping into their usual dynamic and exchanges was oddly comforting. in the midst of so many things shifting and altering between them— their closeness, the kisses they shared in breathlessness, and the hints of intimacy and arousal— it grounds him as a constant. it presses him forwards and onwards and despite the threat, he can feel himself smiling. his cheeks hurting a bit at the angle of his teeth, and in subduing a chuckle that threatens to surface.
in a way this was as true to himself as percival probably could be, and he appreciates that. something he shows with his body. he continues to lay his hands over percival's bare skin. he hasn't removed his shirt completely, getting it stuck somewhere near his shoulder blades, but his hands roam beneath percival's shirt regardless. hungry for establishing contact. he allows his heat to conform to roughness of his palms. despite being a seasoned knight and a reliable comrade on the battlefield— his body was far softer than his own. his skin smooth and supple. somehow, even if vane hardly really thought of appearances...
he thinks it's beautiful. even when he feels his neck area tighten with the way percival grabs at his collar— he doesn't seem to mind. something that's obvious as his lips drag against percival's skin. he leans in close to his ear, gently sucking on the lobe, before he gives a quiet: ] Percy, so scary! [ he whispers it, but there's still that exclamation to his words. ... and maybe that bit of ridicule that never really leaves their exchanges. he means well, of course. in retrospect ...
it's actually amazing how they could quip back at each other even in this state. ]
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in a way this was as true to himself as percival probably could be, and he appreciates that. something he shows with his body. he continues to lay his hands over percival's bare skin. he hasn't removed his shirt completely, getting it stuck somewhere near his shoulder blades, but his hands roam beneath percival's shirt regardless. hungry for establishing contact. he allows his heat to conform to roughness of his palms. despite being a seasoned knight and a reliable comrade on the battlefield— his body was far softer than his own. his skin smooth and supple. somehow, even if vane hardly really thought of appearances...
he thinks it's beautiful. even when he feels his neck area tighten with the way percival grabs at his collar— he doesn't seem to mind. something that's obvious as his lips drag against percival's skin. he leans in close to his ear, gently sucking on the lobe, before he gives a quiet: ] Percy, so scary! [ he whispers it, but there's still that exclamation to his words. ... and maybe that bit of ridicule that never really leaves their exchanges. he means well, of course. in retrospect ...
it's actually amazing how they could quip back at each other even in this state. ]