It's unexpectedly arousing to think of Essek joining him again for the next full moon, even if he's talking about getting a bed out here. He won't fit into the cabin, and--well. They can figure it out. Later.

Percy moves his hips lazily into Essek's stroking touch and he huffs a heavier breath when another hand reaches lower, sliding over his sheath. It doesn't take long to have the intended effect and he whines as he imagines how his husband's elegant hands look touching him like this.

Tell me, he murmurs, voice edged with a growl. Tell me what you would let me do.

He gives a firmer rock of his hips and gets a jolt through his belly when he feels his cock brush Essek's jaw. The wolf makes a sound that's almost like grumbling as he tries to adjust his position again.