The wolf makes a low, whining sound as Essek's lips and tongue tease over his cock. His body tenses in an attempt to keep from thrusting forward again, wanting to allow Essek the freedom to do what he likes. And he is utterly wrapped up in his husband's sweet, wicked words.
You looked so good taking it, darling, he sighs. A shudder ripples through him as Essek's tongue explores the head of his cock, mouth opening to take him. His forepaws dig into the blanket and he groans at the tease of the slick heat. How could I not want you after seeing you do that? Watching you stretch to take it, to take me... Even then I wanted to devour you.
His breath comes quicker and he's vaguely aware of the movement under him, looks down to see Essek stroking himself even as he lavishes attention him. His cock throbs under Essek's encouraging touch, delirious with the way his husband seems to truly find him desirable like this. He wants to push deeper into Essek's mouth, but doesn't dare. He can't like this.
As soon as I can, I want to fuck your mouth. I want to get deeper than this. He is aching for it. And he knows that his mate's cunt is waiting for him. That acknowledgement makes him throb again, pulsing in Essek's mouth. The scent of his omega's growing arousal kicks his instinct into gear.
Essek. Now.
Percival makes himself pull back before he does something regrettable. He needs to be inside him, and his mouth simply cannot take him the way that Percy wants.
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You looked so good taking it, darling, he sighs. A shudder ripples through him as Essek's tongue explores the head of his cock, mouth opening to take him. His forepaws dig into the blanket and he groans at the tease of the slick heat. How could I not want you after seeing you do that? Watching you stretch to take it, to take me... Even then I wanted to devour you.
His breath comes quicker and he's vaguely aware of the movement under him, looks down to see Essek stroking himself even as he lavishes attention him. His cock throbs under Essek's encouraging touch, delirious with the way his husband seems to truly find him desirable like this. He wants to push deeper into Essek's mouth, but doesn't dare. He can't like this.
As soon as I can, I want to fuck your mouth. I want to get deeper than this. He is aching for it. And he knows that his mate's cunt is waiting for him. That acknowledgement makes him throb again, pulsing in Essek's mouth. The scent of his omega's growing arousal kicks his instinct into gear.
Essek. Now.
Percival makes himself pull back before he does something regrettable. He needs to be inside him, and his mouth simply cannot take him the way that Percy wants.