Recovery becomes something of a distant dream when Essek turns and fits himself between his husband's legs only to feel his unmistakably erect cock hot like a brand at the small of his back.

"Ah--"

He can't help the gasp that slips from his lips, unwanted. It would be so easy to lift his hips and line them up, to sink down and feel full the way he needs to.

Instead he scoots forward enough that the contact isn't so direct, enough that he can lean back when Percival prompts him to wet his hair. Putting desire of his mind is impossible while his alpha is so mindfully tending to him. There's a real tenderness in the way Percival washes his hair and massages his scalp, then all the way down to his neck, carefully rubbing out the tension in muscles that feel strained from the last several days. There are a few soft noises of pleasure and relief that Essek can't hold onto, especially when his husband's warm mouth starts moving over his shoulder.

But he can't only endure. He'll quickly be the loser in this game if he doesn't retaliate. More prepared for it this time, Essek again shifts back to align his body more directly with Percy's. With a little care for how he arranges himself, his husband's erection slots nicely against his ass.

"My shoulders are rather sore as well," he instructs, slightly breathless. "And my back."