[There's a little laugh from the Brit as the other presses their bodies together.] I'm sorry, but I really can't get the rest of your clothes off as we are, Percival. [He certainly isn't complaining about having his body pressed against Percival's own (who would complain?), but it is hampering on what he's trying to do at the moment.
Not that he's really helping the matter by grinding his hips against the other. That certainly isn't helping the issue of clothes, but he is enjoying the friction between them. It's like electricity shooting up his spine and leaving a tingling sensation in his toes and fingers.] Not that I mind you as you are. You're quite impeccable to look at with clothes on. [A sly little grin.]
[ When Newt laughs Percival finds himself mirroring it as he catches up on a breath or two while the other speaks. ] No, you’re right, [ Voice is low, hushed in their proximity but not a whisper, he nudges their noses together with a small grin. ] But I’ve been waiting all afternoon to get this close. [ A tease, yes, but how could he not indulge himself?
Newt’s idea of indulging though leaves Percival with a sharp inhale at the sensation—one he truly can’t help but match. Any shy bulge he’d had before was no longer that, the warmth their grinding brings growing stronger as his hands slip down to hold Newt’s hips instead.
He steals a quick kiss before those words go on to flatter him, making a chuckling hum fall out from him after. ] Why Newt, I dare say if we weren’t so close my clothes would have taken themselves off for you just now. [ It’s another short kiss before Percival begrudgingly pulls himself away, taking the other with him by the wrist when he continues walking backwards. ]
Unfortunately we have some stairs to conquer first. [ He’d rather they not strip on them and take themselves out in the process. ]
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Not that he's really helping the matter by grinding his hips against the other. That certainly isn't helping the issue of clothes, but he is enjoying the friction between them. It's like electricity shooting up his spine and leaving a tingling sensation in his toes and fingers.] Not that I mind you as you are. You're quite impeccable to look at with clothes on. [A sly little grin.]
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Newt’s idea of indulging though leaves Percival with a sharp inhale at the sensation—one he truly can’t help but match. Any shy bulge he’d had before was no longer that, the warmth their grinding brings growing stronger as his hands slip down to hold Newt’s hips instead.
He steals a quick kiss before those words go on to flatter him, making a chuckling hum fall out from him after. ] Why Newt, I dare say if we weren’t so close my clothes would have taken themselves off for you just now. [ It’s another short kiss before Percival begrudgingly pulls himself away, taking the other with him by the wrist when he continues walking backwards. ]
Unfortunately we have some stairs to conquer first. [ He’d rather they not strip on them and take themselves out in the process. ]