[ 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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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. ]