The flow of admiration and praise and dirty talk through his mind has Essek touching himself faster, spreading slick from his cunt over his cock and stroking over the sensitive head with his fingertips, the sensation an exciting burn of almost-too-much that makes his hips twitch up toward his hand. He give another soft moan, muffled by his mouthful of cock, because he wants it deeper too, wants his husband to tell him how good he looks swallowing his cock while he fucks his mouth. This is a rare enough thing by itself, as Essek has to be in a particular mood to want to give oral sex, but it seems his heat makes him eager for absolutely everything he can offer his partner.
He sucks Percival's cock messily for a little longer, unconcerned with the mixture of spit and precome dripping down his chin, happy to be rewarded by a throb or pulse against his tongue. But the sound of his name followed by a demanding now stops him short. The wolf pulls back far enough that his cock slips from his mouth, then his hand, and Essek licks his lips, slightly dazed. But he knows what his alpha needs from him, and it's the thing his own body craves most, too.
With some reluctance his fingers leave his cock so that he can roll over, pushing himself up onto his knees and then sitting back on his heels. Only as an afterthought does he wipe at the mess on his chin, using the heel of his hand somewhat delicately.
"How, ah...how tall would you want this table to be?" he asks, managing to put the scattered pieces of at least one part of his mind back together. "I think I can create a sturdy surface suitable enough for our purposes." He gets back onto his knees to reach for his cloak, dropped without a second thought beside the nest of blankets. He finds the component he seeks, a small jar of gold dust, in an inner pocket.
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He sucks Percival's cock messily for a little longer, unconcerned with the mixture of spit and precome dripping down his chin, happy to be rewarded by a throb or pulse against his tongue. But the sound of his name followed by a demanding now stops him short. The wolf pulls back far enough that his cock slips from his mouth, then his hand, and Essek licks his lips, slightly dazed. But he knows what his alpha needs from him, and it's the thing his own body craves most, too.
With some reluctance his fingers leave his cock so that he can roll over, pushing himself up onto his knees and then sitting back on his heels. Only as an afterthought does he wipe at the mess on his chin, using the heel of his hand somewhat delicately.
"How, ah...how tall would you want this table to be?" he asks, managing to put the scattered pieces of at least one part of his mind back together. "I think I can create a sturdy surface suitable enough for our purposes." He gets back onto his knees to reach for his cloak, dropped without a second thought beside the nest of blankets. He finds the component he seeks, a small jar of gold dust, in an inner pocket.