Finally. Essek is dizzy with desire and anticipation, and still the gentle but decisive way Percival fills him takes him a little by surprise. His cunt opens for his cock to slot perfectly inside like they really are made for each other. But then, Essek's lustful mind had conjured up the same romantic idea when he was accommodating a wolf's cock. His husband still, either way.

Hot, slick walls clench and hold when Percy nips his ear again, and Essek gasps, mouth falling open wider with a soft moan at the gentle stretch that allows him to push deeper inside him. "Yes." Exactly where he belongs.

Their little game, his own attempt at token resistance to not seem quite so easy to claim, suddenly seems incredibly stupid and unimportant. Why would he deny his husband this pleasure? Why would he deny himself? More than anything, he wants to be claimed, just like this, and this man alone has earned that right. Impatiently, he rocks his hips as well as he can in Percival's lap, encouraging him to sink into him completely.

"I am yours, my love, you can take me now," he urges, a far cry from making his husband wait for the privilege.