Essek absolutely relishes the very visible reactions in his partner, whining and twitching and growling and grinding against him in response to his touch. He's completely fascinated. Perhaps when they are both feeling less urgent, he will be able to explore his mate's body more thoroughly, and they can discover together what he likes in this shape. For now, Essek gives a satisfied hum, hearing his name in his mind and recognizing the intent behind it.
Obediently, he rolls over at the wolf's gentle but inelegant prodding, sensing his urgency and feeling it fully himself. The noise he makes as his body is arranged by those huge paws is not a word, but it is encouraging. He anchors himself in the blankets, spreads his knees wider, arches his back to lift his hips. He can think of nothing but this, finally exactly where he needs to be. He can feel the brush of his alpha's soft fur, the warmth of his huge, solid body covering him. He can nearly hear the pounding of his own pulse as he feels the slippery heat of the wolf's cock against his back. He whimpers as a current of almost painful desire spreads through his body and settles there between his legs, where his cunt is on obscene display, dark folds flushed and swollen and glistening with arousal.
With a hand almost shaking in anticipation, Essek reaches carefully behind himself and curls his fingers gently around his husband's cock. He guides it down along the seam of his ass until it's angled between his legs instead, the tapered tip sliding along the wet heat of his slit, against his own cock, much smaller but fully aroused, and then against his stomach, nudging the hint of softness below his navel.
Essek, bracing himself on his arms and pressing his forehead to the blankets beneath him, doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. He whines, high and soft in the back of his throat. From here this is all instinct, the most primal and omega he's ever felt. But it's right, as natural as a perfectly ripe fruit being plucked or a night-blooming flower opening in the moonlight. He loves and trusts and desires his alpha, as he should. The contentment he finds in that quiets his remarkable mind and awakens his body, young and beautiful but more or less ignored for more than a century as he refused to be claimed this way. Until tonight, when he needed to share his heat with Percival so badly that he would let nothing come between them.
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Obediently, he rolls over at the wolf's gentle but inelegant prodding, sensing his urgency and feeling it fully himself. The noise he makes as his body is arranged by those huge paws is not a word, but it is encouraging. He anchors himself in the blankets, spreads his knees wider, arches his back to lift his hips. He can think of nothing but this, finally exactly where he needs to be. He can feel the brush of his alpha's soft fur, the warmth of his huge, solid body covering him. He can nearly hear the pounding of his own pulse as he feels the slippery heat of the wolf's cock against his back. He whimpers as a current of almost painful desire spreads through his body and settles there between his legs, where his cunt is on obscene display, dark folds flushed and swollen and glistening with arousal.
With a hand almost shaking in anticipation, Essek reaches carefully behind himself and curls his fingers gently around his husband's cock. He guides it down along the seam of his ass until it's angled between his legs instead, the tapered tip sliding along the wet heat of his slit, against his own cock, much smaller but fully aroused, and then against his stomach, nudging the hint of softness below his navel.
Essek, bracing himself on his arms and pressing his forehead to the blankets beneath him, doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. He whines, high and soft in the back of his throat. From here this is all instinct, the most primal and omega he's ever felt. But it's right, as natural as a perfectly ripe fruit being plucked or a night-blooming flower opening in the moonlight. He loves and trusts and desires his alpha, as he should. The contentment he finds in that quiets his remarkable mind and awakens his body, young and beautiful but more or less ignored for more than a century as he refused to be claimed this way. Until tonight, when he needed to share his heat with Percival so badly that he would let nothing come between them.