Essek is so fascinated by everything about Percival like this. He relishes feeling his reactions, and his gaze captured by his hands--his front paws--when he uses one to push him gently onto his back and it quite literally covers his entire torso. Feeling warm breath on his ear and silky fur against his bare skin makes him tremble, and his toes curl in his boots when Percival presses his thighs open.

Violet eyes half-lidded, he gazes at the beautiful, powerful creature lowering his head between his legs as his husband praises him in his mind. It feels surreal, but every sensation is so intense. His hips buck up from the blankets under him at the first touch of that incredible tongue, so it's a good thing the other of those massive hands holds his thigh. He feels both completely enclosed and also exposed in the most exquisite way.

"Of course I was suffering," Essek hisses impatiently. His prickliness is utterly dispelled by his husband's long, dexterous tongue parting his folds for a proper taste and really letting him feel it. His thighs shake and he whimpers. "I needed you hours ago, but you left me. Light, don't stop."

He's dripping slick across Percival's tongue and he's so fucking sensitive he can't stay still, the pleasure he's been denied building dizzyingly fast and intense. Soaked and stiff and wrecked already, his hands find purchase in Percival's thick fur and hold there just behind his head, both anchoring himself and making sure he keeps licking into him. Lips parted for panting breaths, he watches, utterly mesmerized.