The wolf voiced a whining growl as Essek moves beneath him, pushing back to take him deeper. Percy leans his weight forward into one paw and the other leg hooks beneath Essek's hips, not quite dragging him closer but certainly making sure that he cannot pull away. Percival is panting with the effort of restraint and excitement. His tongue sweeps over Essek's shoulder and he tries to keep himself from biting down like he wants to.

Every small thrust gets him a little deeper. He fucks Essek shallowly, trying to give him time to relax into the stretch, trying to give his body a moment to adjust. While he can't muster words to answer Essek, he tries to leave himself somewhat open, sharing how deliriously good it feels to be inside him, how eager he is for more.

His eyes close and Percival revels in the feeling of his husband accepting him, the squeeze of slick heat around him as the scent of Essek's arousal fills the small cavern. He's more than halfway in when a breathless voice finally manages to manifest words.

Good? Do you need--what do you need?