It's a relief to hear Essek's voice out loud again. Percy nuzzles against him, and rather than answering he just tries to let his husband feel the pride and affection riding on the heels of what they've just done.

He feels Essek move beneath him and he tries to see what the man is doing. He can't, but he thinks he feels the gentle pressure of Essek's hand on his belly. Percival groans quietly as Essek shares that thought and sensation with him. He wouldn't have said that was something that would normally turn him on, but he's apparently learning a lot about himself tonight.

I should not have underestimated your determination, my love. There's wry amusement there, wrapped in fondness.

It takes nearly twenty minutes before Percy feels like he can pull out. He does so slowly, knowing that Essek will be an utter mess as soon as his cock is no longer filling him. The wolf backs up as soon as he's free and leans down, muzzle gently nudging between Essek's spread legs. The scent of them there is strong and perfect, mixing as they should. He licks over his husband's folds, gentle as he can be but quite determined, apparently, to clean Essek up. Every few strokes his long tongue pushes into his mate, as if intent on making sure nothing else leaks out of him.