While Essek would venture a guess that he'll be leaking come for some time yet, there is at least less of it by the time Percival gently settles against him. Essek's eyes crack open, and his affection is obvious, gaze soft as he strokes over the wolf's head, nails scratching deeper into his fur. It's remarkable how quickly and how clearly he's come to see his husband in this great beast. Percival is very much himself, but perhaps he needed someone else to recognize that first.
Having his praise directed back at him so sincerely makes Essek want to do nothing but bury his heated face in the wolf's fur again, surprised and slightly embarrassed by how exciting and gratifying his finds it. Normally that is far more Percival's thing than his, but on this first night of his heat, his alpha's approval means everything.
With some effort, Essek rolls onto his side and snuggles as close as he can, relishing his husband's warmth and size. Between his fur and body heat and the fire, he feels perfectly content even wearing nothing. He lays with his back against him this time, tucked up against his chest, letting Percival see his face and body.
"I really had no idea," he murmurs, "what this would be like. Even when it would have been convenient, I refused to pass my heats with anyone for more than a century because I was certain I could not trust them to see me this way." It goes without saying that Percival had changed that, as he'd changed so much else. "Tonight, I could not be without you. The way I acted was...irrational. I was once afraid of needing anyone so badly that it would compromise me this way."
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Having his praise directed back at him so sincerely makes Essek want to do nothing but bury his heated face in the wolf's fur again, surprised and slightly embarrassed by how exciting and gratifying his finds it. Normally that is far more Percival's thing than his, but on this first night of his heat, his alpha's approval means everything.
With some effort, Essek rolls onto his side and snuggles as close as he can, relishing his husband's warmth and size. Between his fur and body heat and the fire, he feels perfectly content even wearing nothing. He lays with his back against him this time, tucked up against his chest, letting Percival see his face and body.
"I really had no idea," he murmurs, "what this would be like. Even when it would have been convenient, I refused to pass my heats with anyone for more than a century because I was certain I could not trust them to see me this way." It goes without saying that Percival had changed that, as he'd changed so much else. "Tonight, I could not be without you. The way I acted was...irrational. I was once afraid of needing anyone so badly that it would compromise me this way."