As soon as Percival asks for his help, Essek reaches back again to position him where he needs to be. The first attempt was a tease for them both. He pushes his hips back to make this first thrust easier and guides the tip of his lover's cock through his folds to press against his entrance, gripping his shaft loosely until Percival applies enough pressure to sink in without mishap.

"There, dearest, you--ah--"

Essek gasps as he feels Percy's hips snap forward, and he takes several more inches than he expected to all at once as his husband's cock, slick and tapered, sinks into him smoothly. His hand falls back to the blanket to support himself, and his cunt throbs at the sensation of sudden fullness. He can hear the concerned reassurances his mate is repeating in his mind, and in return he conveys how very not hurt he is, how good it feels to finally get what he's been craving all night. More than pleasure, it is bone-deep relief.

Fingers curling into the blanket under him, Essek moans softly but openly as even the smallest shifting inside him produces bright, intense sparks of pleasure. He feels stretched, the tight walls of his cunt gradually accommodating something larger than he's used to, but they haven't yet reached the point where he was anticipating his girth becoming a challenge.

Murmuring a phrase in Undercommon that most would find rather sacrilegious given that he's applying it to his werewolf husband's cock rather than the Light of knowledge and eternal life, Essek rolls his hips back in eager and impatient counterpoint. He swaps back to a language they both know for a heated plea. "Please my love, take me, you feel so good..."