Protected and warm is all he needs, so long as they are together. In his old life Essek never could have imagined that he would think of a cave as comfortable or welcoming, but those are his first thoughts when he walks into this one. "Of course," he says, and produces a firebolt that ignites the tinder in the fire pit instantly. This at least is the sort of magic that takes barely a thought for him to perform.
Clearly this is a place that Percival has been many times, and it only makes him more aware that there is a part of his husband's life, a big one, that he has not seen or remotely understood until tonight. He turns toward him when he hears the uncertainty in his voice, crossing the space to join him by the nest of blankets. Light, he could genuinely see himself sinking down into that and it being the best feeling in the world.
"You are talking like yourself," he says. His hands come up to cradle both sides of that great head. With light, he can finally see the familiar color of those blue eyes. "Thinking like yourself." His fingers smooth back into the longer, thicker fur, tugging gently. "The Percival I am used to has a little less fur, but these are his eyes."
The longer he's close to him, the more certain he is. The more he wants this as much as he needs it, wants to show the man he loves that he is the only one who could satisfy him, no matter what he looks like. This doesn't have to be a separate part of his life; Essek is ready to embrace this, and him, entirely. His face softens.
"I am glad to finally meet this version of my husband, because he is beautiful."
And now that they are somewhere quiet, warm, and safe, Essek is fading fast into a place where he needs to be satisfied, and he knows that his scent must reflect that. His body is hot, sweating despite the cold, and if he slipped a hand between his legs he knows he'd find himself soaked and tender.
"Do you want to do this with me?" he asks carefully. "My heat will last at least as long as your transformation, and I...I have never had a need like this before. I have not been able to stop thinking about you for even a moment." Every breath he takes reminds him of that. If he isn't mistaking it--or imagining it--he thinks he might detect some arousal from Percival as well. "I want you to fuck me, I want you to be my alpha, just as you are." Probably best, he decides, if he states this plainly before he starts begging. It's absurd that he feels like at this rate he really might get to that point. "If that is not something you want, I think it...it may help just to have you near." He shakes his head. "I cannot be sure. I have never done this with someone else before."
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Clearly this is a place that Percival has been many times, and it only makes him more aware that there is a part of his husband's life, a big one, that he has not seen or remotely understood until tonight. He turns toward him when he hears the uncertainty in his voice, crossing the space to join him by the nest of blankets. Light, he could genuinely see himself sinking down into that and it being the best feeling in the world.
"You are talking like yourself," he says. His hands come up to cradle both sides of that great head. With light, he can finally see the familiar color of those blue eyes. "Thinking like yourself." His fingers smooth back into the longer, thicker fur, tugging gently. "The Percival I am used to has a little less fur, but these are his eyes."
The longer he's close to him, the more certain he is. The more he wants this as much as he needs it, wants to show the man he loves that he is the only one who could satisfy him, no matter what he looks like. This doesn't have to be a separate part of his life; Essek is ready to embrace this, and him, entirely. His face softens.
"I am glad to finally meet this version of my husband, because he is beautiful."
And now that they are somewhere quiet, warm, and safe, Essek is fading fast into a place where he needs to be satisfied, and he knows that his scent must reflect that. His body is hot, sweating despite the cold, and if he slipped a hand between his legs he knows he'd find himself soaked and tender.
"Do you want to do this with me?" he asks carefully. "My heat will last at least as long as your transformation, and I...I have never had a need like this before. I have not been able to stop thinking about you for even a moment." Every breath he takes reminds him of that. If he isn't mistaking it--or imagining it--he thinks he might detect some arousal from Percival as well. "I want you to fuck me, I want you to be my alpha, just as you are." Probably best, he decides, if he states this plainly before he starts begging. It's absurd that he feels like at this rate he really might get to that point. "If that is not something you want, I think it...it may help just to have you near." He shakes his head. "I cannot be sure. I have never done this with someone else before."