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cloudpost2018-07-23 05:08 am
ritterstand) wrote in cloudpost2018-07-23 05:08 am
sink giddily, fall deeply
If there was something he enjoyed about being on a skyfaring crew, it was the ability to enjoy one's self in a way that would have been seen as frivolous or unbecoming for an member of the esteemed White Dragon Knights. Or at least, that's what Lancelot believed when he thought about his position, the disrepute that he caused and the way that those under him looked up to him. There many things to balance, many things to consider and Lancelot thought about every single one of them as he voyaged to become a better knight.
Perhaps being able to enjoy one's self is a learning experience in itself. Was that part of it, learning how to withdraw and take care of one's self in a manner that wasn't entirely linked to the physicality of being a knight? Lancelot never thought of himself as being one with particularly strong mental fortitude, but he didn't think he was half bad either. Compared to someone like Siegfried, who stayed eternally calm and level regardless of the situation - Lancelot found himself easily flustered of most things outside battle.
Which was the state that Percival found him. Lancelot was the glummest looking person on the beach despite being surrounded by glimmering seas and sand. This of course, provoked a scolding from the Lord of Flames. Is he so married to his role that he never learned how to take a break even when their skyfaring Captain had gifted them this opportunity? It was pretty pathetic, if he did say so himself. But seeing the worry in Lancelot's eyes caused him to relent and not go so all out. If Lancelot really wanted, then he could perhaps - help the other man in a way that wasn't so... public.
Lancelot wasn't really in a position to refuse with the way that Percival had come up to him and basically propositioned him with the way that he stood close to the other man, his hand resting on him and hovering over his backside. This is how Lancelot finds himself, sprawled out on the bed in his room entwined in Percival's arms, drinking the other man in and enjoying every moment of it.
Perhaps a bit too much.
He wasn't sure where exactly it came from, but his eyes widened and he gasped as one particularly impassioned kiss. Lancelot's body shuddered and tensed as he thrust up several times, feeling the unexpected (un)climactic rush overwhelm him. And as soon as he came, it was gone. Lancelot is trying his hardest to not show this to Percival, that he got a little bit too ahead of himself but he's not sure how much the other picked it up.
"Ah." he says, finally after a moment. "I didn't mean to stop, my apologies."
Perhaps being able to enjoy one's self is a learning experience in itself. Was that part of it, learning how to withdraw and take care of one's self in a manner that wasn't entirely linked to the physicality of being a knight? Lancelot never thought of himself as being one with particularly strong mental fortitude, but he didn't think he was half bad either. Compared to someone like Siegfried, who stayed eternally calm and level regardless of the situation - Lancelot found himself easily flustered of most things outside battle.
Which was the state that Percival found him. Lancelot was the glummest looking person on the beach despite being surrounded by glimmering seas and sand. This of course, provoked a scolding from the Lord of Flames. Is he so married to his role that he never learned how to take a break even when their skyfaring Captain had gifted them this opportunity? It was pretty pathetic, if he did say so himself. But seeing the worry in Lancelot's eyes caused him to relent and not go so all out. If Lancelot really wanted, then he could perhaps - help the other man in a way that wasn't so... public.
Lancelot wasn't really in a position to refuse with the way that Percival had come up to him and basically propositioned him with the way that he stood close to the other man, his hand resting on him and hovering over his backside. This is how Lancelot finds himself, sprawled out on the bed in his room entwined in Percival's arms, drinking the other man in and enjoying every moment of it.
Perhaps a bit too much.
He wasn't sure where exactly it came from, but his eyes widened and he gasped as one particularly impassioned kiss. Lancelot's body shuddered and tensed as he thrust up several times, feeling the unexpected (un)climactic rush overwhelm him. And as soon as he came, it was gone. Lancelot is trying his hardest to not show this to Percival, that he got a little bit too ahead of himself but he's not sure how much the other picked it up.
"Ah." he says, finally after a moment. "I didn't mean to stop, my apologies."