There's a small exhalation of breath as Lancelot shudders against Percival's touch ghosting over his still clothed yet hard member and he tries to move his hips upwards to get more of that contact. A small gutteral groan of aching for something beyond him. The fact that Percival is offering it to him is a tantalising prospect and he can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He moves his arms from around Percival's neck to have his hands rest on the other man's chest, clinging on to the shirt there with a grasp of his fingers. Lancelot doesn't quite believe he's here, in this position and yet here he was, Percival's desire for him laid bare right in front of him.

If it were possible for Lancelot to flush deeper at what was being said, he just did there. He doesn't offer a response, merely looking extremely flustered at the thought that the other man was going to show him an even better time than what he's going to offer him now. It also meant that Percival wanted to do this again, that this wasn't just some impulse of the moment and for that his heart beat just a tad faster. Percival was deadly serious in wanting him this way and... well, that was a lot to take on especially his feelings towards the other man (of which there were numerous and plenty, ranging from the mundane to the complex.)

"I want to see you." murmurs Lancelot as he gently sticks his tongue out and gives Percival's lips a gentle lick with them. He could get used to this; the way that Percival seems to want him. He's perfectly happy to be claimed in this manner and he can feel his inhibitions coming undone slowly. If Percival was going to guide him through them, then who was he to refuse?

He's allowing himself to be more honest about his thoughts here as he slowly rolls his hips against the other, noting a certain bulge pressed up hard against him. "To be wanted by you in this way is thrilling."