Percy nuzzles against Essek's neck, breathing him in as his husband whispers sweet affirmation. Before this marriage, having children was never a possibility on his horizon. Even when Essek brought it up days ago he felt a terrified hesitation beneath the overwhelming, bestial need and desire to breed. But he wants this. With Essek, he wants this.
"Then we will have to make some effort... which means you need to let me have you, dearest love."
He grins as the hand on Essek's stomach slides lower still, palm teasing over his cock before cupping between his thighs. He offers nothing beyond that gentle pressure and he bites Essek's earlobe. This is probably cheating, but the only rule to the game involves winning.
"You know I am yours, Essek. Wrapped around your elegant, capable fingers. Even as a beast you could bring me to heel. That hasn't changed." Maybe this was never about control, only silly competition between two stubborn souls, but Percival wants to make that clear all the same.
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"Then we will have to make some effort... which means you need to let me have you, dearest love."
He grins as the hand on Essek's stomach slides lower still, palm teasing over his cock before cupping between his thighs. He offers nothing beyond that gentle pressure and he bites Essek's earlobe. This is probably cheating, but the only rule to the game involves winning.
"You know I am yours, Essek. Wrapped around your elegant, capable fingers. Even as a beast you could bring me to heel. That hasn't changed." Maybe this was never about control, only silly competition between two stubborn souls, but Percival wants to make that clear all the same.