Percival's ears prick forward and his attention gets more intent as Essek spreads his thighs more and runs his fingers over his slit and cock. His hips shift as he resettles his back legs. He lowers his head, nose nudging past Essek's fingers before his tongue sweeps out to lick between slick folds and over his cock, then again, and again. A low rumble builds in his chest and there is another restless shift of his weight.

A paw drapes over Essek's waist as he lets his tongue push into him again. Percy can't get over the taste of him. He's always liked it, but with Essek in heat and his own taste and smell more sensitive... gods. On every lick his tongue tries to chase more of that taste, encouraging Essek's body to produce it.

I wish we had a proper bed or table, he says heavily. Something with a little more height.

Their size difference is not prohibitive, but it would be easier on both of them, he thinks. It would also ultimately be more comfortable for Essek, but it isn't something Percy can remedy right now. He whines, then gets up more so that his husband can see his cock emerging form its sheath again, slick and red.

The scent of you this morning was too much. I wanted to come into your room, to sink my teeth into you and breed you until you couldn't move.

The wolf lowers himself again, not enough to completely cover Essek, but enough that the tapered head of his cock can graze his mate's stomach.