[ There's certainly an odd kind of tension that he can feel when Claude rests a hand over his. On its own it isn't a very racy gesture, given the fact that they had their hands like this also back when Percival was holding onto Claude during their flight, but with the context he finds himself feeling more nervous, a fluster building up. ]
... No. [ He likes Claude so far, and he doesn't get the sense that the other man is saying these things just to heckle him. So, it might have been a sincere admittance that he liked the experience. Percy liked it as well, but it's more difficult for him to be honest about certain things. He does reciprocate the hand-hold, more hesitant in the delivery as his fingers shift to allow a small entwine. ]
This place continues to change me in ways I could not anticipate.
[ As a tactician, Claude relies heavily on his ability to read people and their motivations. And while he's gotten pretty good at it, when it comes to understanding people on a personal level, he's more of a hit or miss. It wasn't impossible to think that Percival didn't enjoy proximity with him, and that he would prefer distance but maybe... Now that Claude is looking.
He's just shy? ]
Okay. [ There's an amused quirk to his lips, but his tone is gentle when he replies, keeping his hand where it is when he leans up to press their lips together in another kiss.
It's as chaste as the first—he's a gentleman after all—as though Percival is an easily startled deer, but warmth still blooms over his cheeks as the gesture, his body leaning in closer without realising. ]
[ This place has certainly changed him. Back home, sharing this sort of act with someone would take months to years of familiarity, and a mutual commitment. He didn't actually have much time to partake in such arrangements. Right now, he's kissing a friend with no rationale that he can think of to justify it; doing something simply because it felt good. There's certainly always going to be some measure of guilt he feels, but now that he's started he's finding it quite difficult to stop.
Percival closes his eyes, deepening the kiss and leaning back gently. He clasps Claude's hand and lays his other hand on his shoulder, encouraging the other man closer and further over him. ]
[ Percival draws him closer, which is a bit of a surprise, but maybe he's just the sort that needs a moment to warm up to the idea of being close to another person. Not everyone is as emotionless as Claude after all, who places no affection on the act of sex, and doesn't bring any vulnerability to it. He thinks of it like enjoying a particularly delicious meal, using the intimacy to sate a different type of hunger.
Not that this means he doesn't like Percival—he does. Finds him charming and driven, passionate about many of the same things as Claude. He finds his ambitions to be admirable, and the care he extends toward others a wondrous thing.
He likes the way that he leans into the kiss, supporting Claude's weight and courteous down to the way that he moves his lips against his. It compels him to show the same consideration in return, pressing his tongue carefully to the seam of Percival's lips, tasting his mouth only once he has permission, the sensation sending a new warmth through him, bringing a flush to his face when he draws back. ]
I hope next time we do this you're not in your armour. [ His mouth quirks into a smile, patting Percival's chest plate. ] It's not as cozy as what's underneath.
[ This place has truly changed him in ways he could not anticipate. He's kissing a friend right now and there's no practical reason for it, no square they're trying to fulfil. They're doing it solely for the enjoyment of it, and though there will always be some shame he has in that, it's such a light, pleasant thing that he doesn't feel inclined to pull away. Percival closes his eyes, feeling that warmth bloom in his chest as their lips press.
A flush settles by his cheeks as Claude touches the front of his chest plate. Though he can't feel the other man's hand through the metal, the action alone is enough to have him bashful. ]
It would be foolish to shed it right now. [ Then he'd have to carry his armour pieces around and it would only be a hindrance. ] Were you asking for another time ...?
[ Percival isn't like anyone else that Claude's tumbled with before—not that he has much experience under his belt—shy and easily embarrassed. It makes a little more hesitant, careful because he's not the best at reading others, but he thinks he's starting to piece together what Percival's actual feelings are.
It's kind of cute. ]
Yes, another time.
[ There's a bit of a teasing look in his eye, smile amused when he presses his mouth to Percival's again, and then again, a series of kisses that gradually grow more bold until he needs to draw back again, a pleased flush to his face. ]
Unless the idea repulses you. My feelings won't be hurt.
[ Those kisses are accepted with more readiness than even Percival had expected, each time bringing about a pleasant flush of warmth running through his body. He kisses back, fingers naturally finding themselves inching toward Claude's body. When the other man stops, Percival's hands are already on him, clutching onto the fabric of his waist. ]
There's no reason it would repulse me. [ He's not adverse to such acts, even if he's avoided them for a long time in a bid to uphold his honour. His thoughts on that have since shifted since coming here, and he's a little more receptive to those simple pleasures. ] ... I'm not opposed.
[ Claude doesn't expect Percival to reach for him when he draws away, but he can't say that he minds it, staying close, chest pressed against the hard surface of Percival's armour. ]
Next time then. [ He says, before looking down at the hands on his waist before giving Percival a sly smile. ] Though it doesn't look like you're done yet.
[ His own hands trace down Percival's sides to settle at his hips, drawing him in closer as Claude seals their mouths with another kiss, all too happy to remain close to him like this while they wait for their inevitable escape. ]
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... No. [ He likes Claude so far, and he doesn't get the sense that the other man is saying these things just to heckle him. So, it might have been a sincere admittance that he liked the experience. Percy liked it as well, but it's more difficult for him to be honest about certain things. He does reciprocate the hand-hold, more hesitant in the delivery as his fingers shift to allow a small entwine. ]
This place continues to change me in ways I could not anticipate.
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He's just shy? ]
Okay. [ There's an amused quirk to his lips, but his tone is gentle when he replies, keeping his hand where it is when he leans up to press their lips together in another kiss.
It's as chaste as the first—he's a gentleman after all—as though Percival is an easily startled deer, but warmth still blooms over his cheeks as the gesture, his body leaning in closer without realising. ]
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Percival closes his eyes, deepening the kiss and leaning back gently. He clasps Claude's hand and lays his other hand on his shoulder, encouraging the other man closer and further over him. ]
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Not that this means he doesn't like Percival—he does. Finds him charming and driven, passionate about many of the same things as Claude. He finds his ambitions to be admirable, and the care he extends toward others a wondrous thing.
He likes the way that he leans into the kiss, supporting Claude's weight and courteous down to the way that he moves his lips against his. It compels him to show the same consideration in return, pressing his tongue carefully to the seam of Percival's lips, tasting his mouth only once he has permission, the sensation sending a new warmth through him, bringing a flush to his face when he draws back. ]
I hope next time we do this you're not in your armour. [ His mouth quirks into a smile, patting Percival's chest plate. ] It's not as cozy as what's underneath.
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A flush settles by his cheeks as Claude touches the front of his chest plate. Though he can't feel the other man's hand through the metal, the action alone is enough to have him bashful. ]
It would be foolish to shed it right now. [ Then he'd have to carry his armour pieces around and it would only be a hindrance. ] Were you asking for another time ...?
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It's kind of cute. ]
Yes, another time.
[ There's a bit of a teasing look in his eye, smile amused when he presses his mouth to Percival's again, and then again, a series of kisses that gradually grow more bold until he needs to draw back again, a pleased flush to his face. ]
Unless the idea repulses you. My feelings won't be hurt.
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There's no reason it would repulse me. [ He's not adverse to such acts, even if he's avoided them for a long time in a bid to uphold his honour. His thoughts on that have since shifted since coming here, and he's a little more receptive to those simple pleasures. ] ... I'm not opposed.
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Next time then. [ He says, before looking down at the hands on his waist before giving Percival a sly smile. ] Though it doesn't look like you're done yet.
[ His own hands trace down Percival's sides to settle at his hips, drawing him in closer as Claude seals their mouths with another kiss, all too happy to remain close to him like this while they wait for their inevitable escape. ]