The hiss that passes through Essek's teeth is one of relief as Percival's sink into his shoulder. Two sturdy human fingers enter him with ease and find no resistance as they begin fucking him. After frequent and extended couplings with Percival as a wolf these last few days, and all that entails, Essek is a little surprised by how this can still make him feel so full. But his cunt clenches reflexively around the fingers moving inside him, a temporary cure for that aching emptiness, and it feels good enough that Essek relaxes back fully.

His husband knows what he likes. Essek murmurs his approval softly in Undercommon, moaning outright when slick fingers stroke over his cock for just long enough to tease. It would be impossible to remain erect throughout his heat, or even to be entirely hard every time he comes, but he certainly is now. His breath stutters when those fingers tuck right back into his cunt.

"You are very good at this," he murmurs, hips shifting restlessly to meet Percival's movements. Every touch is electric, like Percival alone can access a current running beneath his skin. But his desperation is only growing rather than receding.