Percival is watching very closely every detail with focused precision and his eyes are wide but not with shock. It's a rather predatory look of barely there restraint as he takes in the situation before him, silently warning Lancelot that he's treading into unsafe waters.
And, oh, how very much Lancelot isn't helping him obtain any success in his restraint with such a performance. It takes all he can muster to not grab Lancelot and slam him down on his dick right then and there. With only slight movement as to not lose control he brings one hand to stroke his own erection to placate it (—as little good it does with Lancelot offering up his ass and even using his own fingers to open himself in desperate invitation—) just a little longer. While his other hand moves towards Lancelot, shoving two fingers into Lancelot's presented ass, the lord of Wales leans in just enough to make sure he's heard as an amused hiss escapes him.
"Well, well... so even the captain of the order with all his by-the-book rules can be a slut for cock, who knew," he observes, there just the slightest hint of excitement in his tone, that sort of sharp-edged anticipation not quite so different than his on his expression, electrifying throughout his body.
He had planned to do this all gradually, and while in the chair but something about that filthy little display and that position Lancelot takes on... well, he changes his mind. Lancelot only has himself to blame for any discomfort once he is thrust into for the first time tonight. He doesn't want Lancelot in his lap on even level with him anymore, he wants his rival beneath him and writhing uncontrollably just like the sounds he'll make.
That's how Lancelot ends up laid out on his own desk and Percival above, being sure to press his hands firmly on either side of his rival and cage him. (... Or at least, both hands will cage him after he takes enough time to finger fuck the other a few times, alternating to spreading his two fingers in a scissoring motion and moving back into that ass again; after he's removed his now damp fingers and lets his hand wander back gather up more precum from his own dick before bringing it back to offer out his fingers covered in liquid sex up to Lancelot's lips—)
"What else do you have to show me, Lancelot? What kind of face are you willing to make for it?" He's well aware of how shy the other was in general over this sort of thing and the embarrassed feeling of being so lewd, but Percival wants to see more of that. It may embarrass the other, but Percival already can't get enough of it. "Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you." As he speaks, he shifts back (only a little, though) to reach for his own erection again, this time guiding it to press up against the other's opening.
"Tell me you only want me, that you're mine." (Percival wants affirmation this is real, that Lancelot isn't playing him simply to get off with a one night stand. Percival wants Lancelot very aware of the exact same thing, he wants any lingering doubts gone from the both of them.)" Tell me."
He wants to see exactly how desperate Lancelot really is to be asking to be fucked raw.
Make no mistakes, though. He will give exactly what Lancelot wants.
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And, oh, how very much Lancelot isn't helping him obtain any success in his restraint with such a performance. It takes all he can muster to not grab Lancelot and slam him down on his dick right then and there. With only slight movement as to not lose control he brings one hand to stroke his own erection to placate it (—as little good it does with Lancelot offering up his ass and even using his own fingers to open himself in desperate invitation—) just a little longer. While his other hand moves towards Lancelot, shoving two fingers into Lancelot's presented ass, the lord of Wales leans in just enough to make sure he's heard as an amused hiss escapes him.
"Well, well... so even the captain of the order with all his by-the-book rules can be a slut for cock, who knew," he observes, there just the slightest hint of excitement in his tone, that sort of sharp-edged anticipation not quite so different than his on his expression, electrifying throughout his body.
He had planned to do this all gradually, and while in the chair but something about that filthy little display and that position Lancelot takes on... well, he changes his mind. Lancelot only has himself to blame for any discomfort once he is thrust into for the first time tonight. He doesn't want Lancelot in his lap on even level with him anymore, he wants his rival beneath him and writhing uncontrollably just like the sounds he'll make.
That's how Lancelot ends up laid out on his own desk and Percival above, being sure to press his hands firmly on either side of his rival and cage him. (... Or at least, both hands will cage him after he takes enough time to finger fuck the other a few times, alternating to spreading his two fingers in a scissoring motion and moving back into that ass again; after he's removed his now damp fingers and lets his hand wander back gather up more precum from his own dick before bringing it back to offer out his fingers covered in liquid sex up to Lancelot's lips—)
"What else do you have to show me, Lancelot? What kind of face are you willing to make for it?" He's well aware of how shy the other was in general over this sort of thing and the embarrassed feeling of being so lewd, but Percival wants to see more of that. It may embarrass the other, but Percival already can't get enough of it. "Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you." As he speaks, he shifts back (only a little, though) to reach for his own erection again, this time guiding it to press up against the other's opening.
"Tell me you only want me, that you're mine." (Percival wants affirmation this is real, that Lancelot isn't playing him simply to get off with a one night stand. Percival wants Lancelot very aware of the exact same thing, he wants any lingering doubts gone from the both of them.)" Tell me."
He wants to see exactly how desperate Lancelot really is to be asking to be fucked raw.
Make no mistakes, though. He will give exactly what Lancelot wants.