The wolf's tail wags, but Percival offers no other comment as he sinks into the incredibly soothing act of tending his husband. One paw rests lightly on Essek, draped across him to keep him in place. His taste and Essek's mingle heavily together and Percy keeps after him until the the flow stems a bit.

He noses gently against Essek's cunt, then his stomach, before he rests his head on his husband's torso. His forelegs frame Essek's body and for a moment Percival just stays there, content and quieted. When his eyes open again, there is clear affection there.

I'm proud of you, my love.

As much as he wants to, Percy doesn't stay like he is for long. He's been on top of Essek for the better part of an hour, even with the support of the spell. He shifts until he's laying to his mate.

Come here, lay with me. The fire is still going, thankfully, but he wants Essek up against him all the same.