[ but, he doesn't look at all mocking or exasperated. instead, he smiles a little, as he reaches over to .... roll him over.
he half-succeeds and it's here, he begins to help percival undress. once again, he finds himself oddly ... fascinated with touching the other male's skin. but, maybe more than that....he does want to get back at him a little. he presses the palms of his hand against percival's chest once more. this time pressing closer, he presses his thigh against percival's leg as well as he draws close to him. he tugs a little on his hair as he leans in to ...
[ The way he falls down on the bed so suddenly leaves him feeling pretty disoriented, but the joy and satisfaction he got from making Vane momentarily lose his composure was worth it. He's still grinning a bit when Vane essentially helps him roll over, though he inhales sharply when he realizes that Vane is helping him undress.
And grows further distracted when he allows himself to get a good look at Vane. And for the first time, a really good look at Vane. He's always been aware of his body, in an abstract way. In the way he'd refer to his friend as an oaf with all brawn and no brains, but it's as if he's beholding the image of well-toned perfection right now. The thought leaves him even more desirous and just a little insecure.
Not that he can linger on that thought for long, as Vane begins to explore him with increased vigor, making him grow painfully stiff between his thighs and impatient.
The feel of wet tongue against the side of his lips. It's— it's very Vane, at very least, and he's drunk and horny enough that it doesn't bother him as much as it should. Which is probably sad. But it's still disorienting enough that Percival scowls and presses his hands against Vane's chest, trying to push him away, just for a moment. ]
You impatient—! Let me finish undressing! [ He will, at the very least, attempt to wiggle out of the rest of his pants and undergarments. His shirt is half unbuttoned now, anyway. ]
[ there's a certain lack of control and restraint that vane exhibits. to begin with, he was always more of a feelings over rationale type. he's never been very disciplined in this regard despite being a knight, and it shows in the way he touches percival. there's no secondary considerations. just a carnal desire he wants satisfied, even if... he still can't quite comprehend it.
percival's body is different than his own. it's the same in some respects, but the feel of his leaner muscles, the way his body is thinner and his waist more defined than his own— his fingers slide lower as he tries to get a feel for these subtle distinctions. but, then he feels a shove, and: ] Oof...
[ he's pushed back further if just for being taken off-guard, and it's here...
he just blinks owlishly. as if his brain is trying to catch up with what percival was doing? but, then he starts undressing himself completely and vane finds that he's a bit flushed. and... for a while he just stares. mouth slightly agape?? though, it's soon followed by a shocked: ] Percy undressed himself?!
[ why he's so surprised is a mystery. was it because he thought percival wouldn't? or that he was incapable?
still, it takes vane a while to recover, even with how ... aroused he is.
but, like following this train of curiosity, he discovers his hand already moving to take hold of percival's length. at first, his fingers touch his shaft ... almost delicately. that is, before he wraps his fingers around it. ] Uwah, you're...
[ Surprisingly, it's Vane acting exactly like he usually would, simply in a different context, that makes it so easy for Percival to continue pressing forward, attempting to see just how many boundaries they could cross before...
before what? Before he reached his limit?
With furrowed brows, he watches Vane curiously reaches towards him and... wraps his fingers around him. When Vane points out the obvious like that, as if it's not supposed to be obvious, he finds himself growing embarrassed again. ]
Yes?! Is there a problem...?! It's not something I can help!
[ He thought he'd made it clear that they were drugged?! He shivers at the other's touch, wrapping his arms around Vane's neck and forcibly drawing him close, pulling them further down the mattress. Percival buries his face in the crook of Vane's broad shoulders and inhales sharply, enjoying the warmth and weight of the other man as he begins to drag his hands down Vane's back. ]
[ is that defensiveness? embarrassment? vane's mind is a little too fuzzy to read between those lines. though, admittedly, even outside of his drunken state, percy had always been a mystery...?? ] Tthere's no need to be so mad, Percy!
[ but, it gets an easygoing chuckle out of him. especially as percival draws himself closer. the touch tickles a little. especially, when he feels the fingers that slide against his back. while it isn't as if vane was very hesitant, he finds himself weirdly validated by these physical cues. if anything, they further edged him on.
he begins pumping his hand over percival's length. it's a steady rhythm. almost as if vane were testing the waters, and in a lot of ways he was. after all, he wasn't sure if percival liked it? ... liked this? which may have been a late afterthought all things considered, but he liked pleasing people by nature, and this wasn't any different. he wanted percival to like it. genuinely. drugs at work or not. except, was that genuine anymore?? vane isn't sure, but he's not about to get into those nuances.
instead, he whispers softly to the other knight: ] I'm also... the same. [ i.e. hard.
he's about to say they're matching, but he... holds back. ]
[ He doesn't expect such a foolish (and obvious thing) out of Vane's mouth to put him more at ease, but it does. It's reassuring to know that he isn't the only one dealing with this nearly painful yearning, even though it makes logical sense for that to be true.
It takes a lot of trust for Percival to be completely comfortable and vulnerable with someone like this. He hasn't allowed himself to let completely go just yet, still has a reservation or two about crossing this type of boundary with Vane, but--
But it is Vane. He trusts Vane with his life, even if it is unlikely that the other man will ever let him live this down. He shivers and moans softly within the other man's hold, tilting his hips towards him in an effort to draw out more of that feeling. ]
Then we should do something about it... [ He says softly, taking a deep breath and suddenly easing himself away from Vane's hold.
It's not entirely clear what he's doing yet, worming his away out from underneath Vane's weight and growing warmer as he eases his way to the edge of the bed, and then, to the floor. ]
Just... don't say anything, idiot. Keep your mouth shut.
[ He's now kneeling on the floor and tugging on Vane's arm so that he sits back up, positioning himself between Vane's legs. ]
[ even drunk, there's a part of him that expects a threat or another firm-handed shove, but then it doesn't come. still, he remains with an eye closed for a few seconds longer than he needs, before he adjusts to the fact that: percy isn't hitting him?? instead, percy goes at another angle entirely.
owlishly, vane blinks a few times as he watches him rise from beneath him. there are obviously a lot of question, but vane does his best to keep up with the sudden shift in positions. when he feels the tug to sit back up, vane reluctantly does so. murmuring out a small complaint as a dull sense of dizziness seems to settle in.
he steadies himself again, this time by placing a gentle hand on percy's head. ] Eh? But, you said we'd do something about it? Don't you think you should explain to me what you're... ? [ doing between my legs, he wants to say, but instead he's kind of caught up in the sight of percy in that position?
it's a little out of place, he thinks. but the idea is more ticklish than anything else. ] D-don't push yourself. [ says vane, despite obviously kind of anticipating it. he find himself shaking his leg a bit. half anxious and half expectant. especially, as he moves himself closer, his hand now moving to touch the back of percival's head. ]
Even now, you have no idea how to stop talking, do you? [ Percival looks back up to Vane with what appears to be the odd mixture of amusement and annoyance on his face. This appearance is deceptive, however, as his eyes have darkened with interest and the flush on his cheeks tells a different story.
His head feels dizzy from intoxication— not completely due to the alcohol they’d consumed, either. Though he’s insulted Vane many times before in various iterations about his training regimen, his demeanor, his scent, he is nothing but appreciative through his actions at the moment. He traces the muscles along Vane’s inner thighs, first with his fingertips and then with a trail of light nips.
He doesn’t seem to be in any hurry, despite his earlier impatience and persistence. Likely because he’s enjoying this level of control over his typically troublesome friend. Still, he leans slightly into Vane’s touch, gingerly wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and leaning down to experimentally swirl his tongue along the tip. ]
[ it's not entirely false, and it's why vane can't completely stop himself from giving a light airy sort of laugh. as always percy had that certain characteristic prickliness that defined him, and yet in contrast to his words, his touch is feathery. soft and tender enough to make him feel this odd swell of affection. while normally he felt this in terms of their camaraderie and bond, tonight it's a little different. the flush of skin, the delicate way percy's fingers move from his inner thigh...
they're all endearing in a way that vane isn't used to seeing percy. his grip against the back of percival's head loosens a little, his fingers running through percy's hair, only stiffening a little as he holds back the increasing sense of arousal he feels. vane had always been the restless sort, but he finds the wait almost painful ...
percy was definitely teasing him, right?? it's a sudden realization that's probably only made entirely in vain. especially as he feels percy's tongue against the tip of his cock. it's warmer than he expects, and in spite of himself, he leans forward a little, the hand on the back of percy's head moving to percy's chin. with his thumb, he rubs his lower lip.
even vane doesn't entirely realize his own desperation for the contact and his face reddens with the thought that he could want something this much. something so physical and intimate, no less. this is only amplified as he presses himself further against percy's lips. ]
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he half-succeeds and it's here, he begins to help percival undress. once again, he finds himself oddly ... fascinated with touching the other male's skin. but, maybe more than that....he does want to get back at him a little. he presses the palms of his hand against percival's chest once more. this time pressing closer, he presses his thigh against percival's leg as well as he draws close to him. he tugs a little on his hair as he leans in to ...
lick the side of percival's mouth. kill me. ]
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And grows further distracted when he allows himself to get a good look at Vane. And for the first time, a really good look at Vane. He's always been aware of his body, in an abstract way. In the way he'd refer to his friend as an oaf with all brawn and no brains, but it's as if he's beholding the image of well-toned perfection right now. The thought leaves him even more desirous and just a little insecure.
Not that he can linger on that thought for long, as Vane begins to explore him with increased vigor, making him grow painfully stiff between his thighs and impatient.
The feel of wet tongue against the side of his lips. It's— it's very Vane, at very least, and he's drunk and horny enough that it doesn't bother him as much as it should. Which is probably sad. But it's still disorienting enough that Percival scowls and presses his hands against Vane's chest, trying to push him away, just for a moment. ]
You impatient—! Let me finish undressing! [ He will, at the very least, attempt to wiggle out of the rest of his pants and undergarments. His shirt is half unbuttoned now, anyway. ]
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percival's body is different than his own. it's the same in some respects, but the feel of his leaner muscles, the way his body is thinner and his waist more defined than his own— his fingers slide lower as he tries to get a feel for these subtle distinctions. but, then he feels a shove, and: ] Oof...
[ he's pushed back further if just for being taken off-guard, and it's here...
he just blinks owlishly. as if his brain is trying to catch up with what percival was doing? but, then he starts undressing himself completely and vane finds that he's a bit flushed. and... for a while he just stares. mouth slightly agape?? though, it's soon followed by a shocked: ] Percy undressed himself?!
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still, it takes vane a while to recover, even with how ... aroused he is.
but, like following this train of curiosity, he discovers his hand already moving to take hold of percival's length. at first, his fingers touch his shaft ... almost delicately. that is, before he wraps his fingers around it. ] Uwah, you're...
[ hard??? ]
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before what? Before he reached his limit?
With furrowed brows, he watches Vane curiously reaches towards him and... wraps his fingers around him. When Vane points out the obvious like that, as if it's not supposed to be obvious, he finds himself growing embarrassed again. ]
Yes?! Is there a problem...?! It's not something I can help!
[ He thought he'd made it clear that they were drugged?! He shivers at the other's touch, wrapping his arms around Vane's neck and forcibly drawing him close, pulling them further down the mattress. Percival buries his face in the crook of Vane's broad shoulders and inhales sharply, enjoying the warmth and weight of the other man as he begins to drag his hands down Vane's back. ]
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[ but, it gets an easygoing chuckle out of him. especially as percival draws himself closer. the touch tickles a little. especially, when he feels the fingers that slide against his back. while it isn't as if vane was very hesitant, he finds himself weirdly validated by these physical cues. if anything, they further edged him on.
he begins pumping his hand over percival's length. it's a steady rhythm. almost as if vane were testing the waters, and in a lot of ways he was. after all, he wasn't sure if percival liked it? ... liked this? which may have been a late afterthought all things considered, but he liked pleasing people by nature, and this wasn't any different. he wanted percival to like it. genuinely. drugs at work or not. except, was that genuine anymore?? vane isn't sure, but he's not about to get into those nuances.
instead, he whispers softly to the other knight: ] I'm also... the same. [ i.e. hard.
he's about to say they're matching, but he... holds back. ]
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It takes a lot of trust for Percival to be completely comfortable and vulnerable with someone like this. He hasn't allowed himself to let completely go just yet, still has a reservation or two about crossing this type of boundary with Vane, but--
But it is Vane. He trusts Vane with his life, even if it is unlikely that the other man will ever let him live this down. He shivers and moans softly within the other man's hold, tilting his hips towards him in an effort to draw out more of that feeling. ]
Then we should do something about it... [ He says softly, taking a deep breath and suddenly easing himself away from Vane's hold.
It's not entirely clear what he's doing yet, worming his away out from underneath Vane's weight and growing warmer as he eases his way to the edge of the bed, and then, to the floor. ]
Just... don't say anything, idiot. Keep your mouth shut.
[ He's now kneeling on the floor and tugging on Vane's arm so that he sits back up, positioning himself between Vane's legs. ]
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owlishly, vane blinks a few times as he watches him rise from beneath him. there are obviously a lot of question, but vane does his best to keep up with the sudden shift in positions. when he feels the tug to sit back up, vane reluctantly does so. murmuring out a small complaint as a dull sense of dizziness seems to settle in.
he steadies himself again, this time by placing a gentle hand on percy's head. ] Eh? But, you said we'd do something about it? Don't you think you should explain to me what you're... ? [ doing between my legs, he wants to say, but instead he's kind of caught up in the sight of percy in that position?
it's a little out of place, he thinks. but the idea is more ticklish than anything else. ] D-don't push yourself. [ says vane, despite obviously kind of anticipating it. he find himself shaking his leg a bit. half anxious and half expectant. especially, as he moves himself closer, his hand now moving to touch the back of percival's head. ]
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His head feels dizzy from intoxication— not completely due to the alcohol they’d consumed, either. Though he’s insulted Vane many times before in various iterations about his training regimen, his demeanor, his scent, he is nothing but appreciative through his actions at the moment. He traces the muscles along Vane’s inner thighs, first with his fingertips and then with a trail of light nips.
He doesn’t seem to be in any hurry, despite his earlier impatience and persistence. Likely because he’s enjoying this level of control over his typically troublesome friend. Still, he leans slightly into Vane’s touch, gingerly wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and leaning down to experimentally swirl his tongue along the tip. ]
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[ it's not entirely false, and it's why vane can't completely stop himself from giving a light airy sort of laugh. as always percy had that certain characteristic prickliness that defined him, and yet in contrast to his words, his touch is feathery. soft and tender enough to make him feel this odd swell of affection. while normally he felt this in terms of their camaraderie and bond, tonight it's a little different. the flush of skin, the delicate way percy's fingers move from his inner thigh...
they're all endearing in a way that vane isn't used to seeing percy. his grip against the back of percival's head loosens a little, his fingers running through percy's hair, only stiffening a little as he holds back the increasing sense of arousal he feels. vane had always been the restless sort, but he finds the wait almost painful ...
percy was definitely teasing him, right?? it's a sudden realization that's probably only made entirely in vain. especially as he feels percy's tongue against the tip of his cock. it's warmer than he expects, and in spite of himself, he leans forward a little, the hand on the back of percy's head moving to percy's chin. with his thumb, he rubs his lower lip.
even vane doesn't entirely realize his own desperation for the contact and his face reddens with the thought that he could want something this much. something so physical and intimate, no less. this is only amplified as he presses himself further against percy's lips. ]