Soon enough the knot sinks in and doesn't come back out. Percy keeps moving in short thrusts until he starts to come. He leans over Essek, head down as he pants. This is easier than trying to keep his husband's hips up earlier, both on him and Essek, he suspects.

He nuzzles Essek's pale hair and feels the deep satisfaction in this act. It's more than that, though. He knows, logically, that everything about Essek's heat is meant to encourage bonding. He also knows that doesn't always happen, but he went into this already loving this man. How could he not feel closer?

Buried as deep as he can be, Percy can feel each pulse as he fills his mate again. He wonders, absently, if it's the wolf shape or the impact of Essek's heat that keeps making him think that way. Mate. Another word for what they already are. Their marriage might have been arranged, but they have chosen each other.

Percival moves his forelegs, gently getting them under Essek's shoulders so that he is almost completely surrounding the wizard.