Overstimulated and overwrought, Leiland could barely handle the thing that he'd been begging for, that he'd been anticipating since this had started, when Percival entered him, pressing deep inside and sending another orgasm spiking behind the one that had just happened. It was a small benefit that he hadn't started moving immediately, or Leiland was sure he would have just blacked out. As it was, he had to dig his nails into Percival's shoulders as the pleasure caused him to convulse and contract around him, gasping for breath.
Coherency was entirely off the table at this point, especially as Percival started to move, picking up the pace and lavishing him with praise through each thrust. Even as he squirmed and squealed and groaned with each shift of Percival's hips, the last intense thrust coupled with the possessive growl, Percival pinning him down, and the hard hit on his prostate caused Leiland to convulse again, pressing his hips and away from Percival to try and get some relief as another dry orgasm slammed into his senses and he openly sobbed.
"All yours. Always yours. Only yours," Leiland pledged, peering up at Percival with wide, blue eyes. "Yours."