[ He whispers as he gently presses his forehead against hers prior to her kiss that he returns to her in equal.
It's probably not how a future king should act, but it's true he trusts them more than anyone because beyond their unbreakable bonds (even when they tried to purposely sever them, it had been useless) committed they have promised to help him realize that utopia he wishes to create.
It's more than that, though. So more more than that, just like this girl is so much more than she seems, and there is no better companion for him in his quest to make his ideals become reality.
There's little more he could desire in a woman to take as his in the bedroom. The feelings she conjures inside him... he doesn't know if he loves her quite the way one would expect (as a lover, as a girl he could take to be his queen in the future where he is king—but she is undeniably a sweet princess to indulge in, anyway, one he doesn't know if he could stand the guilt of taking away her freedom and the skies she loves so dearly) but she's irreplaceable to him and has a place in his heart that no one else does. He could never love someone more, that's for sure, but romantic love almost... to say it's merely that somehow feels to cheapen the feelings that burn inside him for her.
He doesn't need a queen. Just a beautiful and free-spirited captain to a crew that can't be held by anyone unless she allows them to. He moves with purpose when he pulls away from her lips and tongue sinking his own against the sensitive skin of her neck, as his hands map every inch of her body through that damn dress. Enough so that he will be able to find all the zippers, buttons, and clasps to undo them in order to get her exposed and helpless to him having his way with her. When his fingers finally grasp at fabric he's very meticulous to be always at her ear, whispering hotly all the inappropriate things he wants to do to her, to pleasure her endlessly until she goes crazy with lust—lust for him to taste and suck and swallow when she comes the first time, one of many more times this night. It's debased but there's admittedly a charm to it, in the dedication promised as he focuses on her alone.
Percival doesn't rush, but he's not painstakingly slow and torturous to her with teasing, either. Once he's satisfied with the state of her clothes (or lackthereof, he does admittedly rather like taking her when she's half-dressed, too, but tonight he's craving a little more for his visual pleasure, especially with the amount of moonlight pouring through the window and splashing across the bed), he lifts her fully into his arms and steps away from the door, all the while preoccupying her mind with open-mouthed kisses and other displays of affection. And then he pauses, breaking their most recent kiss, running his tongue along his own lips momentarily to catch any lingering taste of her before asking. ]
Last chance, Danchou. If I lie you on that bed, there's no going back for you the rest of the night. [ She will be in this bed until he is done with her and that... well, that, will be quite the while from now.
Percival doesn't wait exactly for her to answer, confident she can make her choices—has already made her choices—efficiently enough that waiting is not required.
And because she's gonna say yes because she did last tag already and I say so, he's going to ultimately lay her across the cool and crisp sheets that have yet to be touched and moves his hands to run the length of her body slow and sensually, pressing his lips to the front middle of her throat before lifting up to get a better view of her entirely even as he proceeds to remove the some of his not incriminating (of being a nuisance that is) clothing she hasn't been able to get rid of easily while entertaining each other at the door.
There's a bit of that trademark smug smile on his face, albeit lacking any attempted derisive indications in this case. Just confident. Just feeling extremely satisfied mentally on the fact he's about to get what—who—he wants. ]
Are you ready, Sen? [ that's right, she's not danchou, anymore— she's just a beautiful girl that's he's into and she just so happens to be into him, as well. It's time to show her just how much that means, and perhaps she will actively reciprocate the demonstration if he is lucky. ]
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[ He whispers as he gently presses his forehead against hers prior to her kiss that he returns to her in equal.
It's probably not how a future king should act, but it's true he trusts them more than anyone because beyond their unbreakable bonds (even when they tried to purposely sever them, it had been useless) committed they have promised to help him realize that utopia he wishes to create.
It's more than that, though. So more more than that, just like this girl is so much more than she seems, and there is no better companion for him in his quest to make his ideals become reality.
There's little more he could desire in a woman to take as his in the bedroom. The feelings she conjures inside him... he doesn't know if he loves her quite the way one would expect (as a lover, as a girl he could take to be his queen in the future where he is king—but she is undeniably a sweet princess to indulge in, anyway, one he doesn't know if he could stand the guilt of taking away her freedom and the skies she loves so dearly) but she's irreplaceable to him and has a place in his heart that no one else does. He could never love someone more, that's for sure, but romantic love almost... to say it's merely that somehow feels to cheapen the feelings that burn inside him for her.
He doesn't need a queen. Just a beautiful and free-spirited captain to a crew that can't be held by anyone unless she allows them to. He moves with purpose when he pulls away from her lips and tongue sinking his own against the sensitive skin of her neck, as his hands map every inch of her body through that damn dress. Enough so that he will be able to find all the zippers, buttons, and clasps to undo them in order to get her exposed and helpless to him having his way with her. When his fingers finally grasp at fabric he's very meticulous to be always at her ear, whispering hotly all the inappropriate things he wants to do to her, to pleasure her endlessly until she goes crazy with lust—lust for him to taste and suck and swallow when she comes the first time, one of many more times this night. It's debased but there's admittedly a charm to it, in the dedication promised as he focuses on her alone.
Percival doesn't rush, but he's not painstakingly slow and torturous to her with teasing, either. Once he's satisfied with the state of her clothes (or lackthereof, he does admittedly rather like taking her when she's half-dressed, too, but tonight he's craving a little more for his visual pleasure, especially with the amount of moonlight pouring through the window and splashing across the bed), he lifts her fully into his arms and steps away from the door, all the while preoccupying her mind with open-mouthed kisses and other displays of affection. And then he pauses, breaking their most recent kiss, running his tongue along his own lips momentarily to catch any lingering taste of her before asking. ]
Last chance, Danchou. If I lie you on that bed, there's no going back for you the rest of the night. [ She will be in this bed until he is done with her and that... well, that, will be quite the while from now.
Percival doesn't wait exactly for her to answer, confident she can make her choices—has already made her choices—efficiently enough that waiting is not required.
And because she's gonna say yes because she did last tag already and I say so, he's going to ultimately lay her across the cool and crisp sheets that have yet to be touched and moves his hands to run the length of her body slow and sensually, pressing his lips to the front middle of her throat before lifting up to get a better view of her entirely even as he proceeds to remove the some of his not incriminating (of being a nuisance that is) clothing she hasn't been able to get rid of easily while entertaining each other at the door.
There's a bit of that trademark smug smile on his face, albeit lacking any attempted derisive indications in this case. Just confident. Just feeling extremely satisfied mentally on the fact he's about to get what—who—he wants. ]
Are you ready, Sen? [ that's right, she's not danchou, anymore— she's just a beautiful girl that's he's into and she just so happens to be into him, as well. It's time to show her just how much that means, and perhaps she will actively reciprocate the demonstration if he is lucky. ]