Percival had been wildly aroused the first time they used the toy, in part because it showed him a side of Essek he'd never had the chance to experience. Watching his husband take a knot roughly the size of his own (as a human man) had led to a hard fuck afterward. Essek's interest in trying again and their discussions of potentially spending a heat or rut cycle together after that had been promising. Percy couldn't have expected this, but he is not disappointed.
Eventually the wolf stops moving, even as his cock continues to pulse inside his mate's body. Feeling Essek squeeze around him, milking him as he falls apart through his next orgasm, gets an occasional grind to encourage his husband's pleasure. This should feel good. The feedback loop created by the telepathy spell is dizzying, but he likes understanding what Essek is feeling.
For a long moment he stays exactly like that, buried deep and panting as he holds Essek's hips up against his. Then, slowly, he eases his lower body down along with Essek's, until his mate is flat on his stomach with Percy's cock still buried in him. This is where it takes a little more negotiation. Percival plants both his front paws on the blanket, keeping most of his weight off of Essek so that he'll still be able to breathe and, hopefully, not overheat. Even when he finally stops coming, he knows it's going to take a little while for the knot to soften enough that he can pull out.
Essek?
It's a gentle murmur of his name, spoken as a question as Percy bows his head to nuzzle his husband's pale hair. As he regains a bit more clarity, Percival decides he needs to find a way to facilitate this better. He isn't quite sure what that would look like yet, but he doesn't want Essek trapped under him all the time. Well, he does, but surely there are more comfortable ways to manage.
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Eventually the wolf stops moving, even as his cock continues to pulse inside his mate's body. Feeling Essek squeeze around him, milking him as he falls apart through his next orgasm, gets an occasional grind to encourage his husband's pleasure. This should feel good. The feedback loop created by the telepathy spell is dizzying, but he likes understanding what Essek is feeling.
For a long moment he stays exactly like that, buried deep and panting as he holds Essek's hips up against his. Then, slowly, he eases his lower body down along with Essek's, until his mate is flat on his stomach with Percy's cock still buried in him. This is where it takes a little more negotiation. Percival plants both his front paws on the blanket, keeping most of his weight off of Essek so that he'll still be able to breathe and, hopefully, not overheat. Even when he finally stops coming, he knows it's going to take a little while for the knot to soften enough that he can pull out.
Essek?
It's a gentle murmur of his name, spoken as a question as Percy bows his head to nuzzle his husband's pale hair. As he regains a bit more clarity, Percival decides he needs to find a way to facilitate this better. He isn't quite sure what that would look like yet, but he doesn't want Essek trapped under him all the time. Well, he does, but surely there are more comfortable ways to manage.