After days without them, Essek can appreciate even a clumsy kiss. He returns it with passion as best as he's able, but his breath his growing ragged, his head filling with the blissful cloudiness that he's learned tends to come along with sex during his heat. With every shallow inhale he takes in more of his husband's scent, and he moans his approval when Percival's hand releases its rather thrilling grip on his chin to travel all the way down to his cock. Essek feels his cunt pulse at the extra stimulation, then squeeze even tighter as Percival follows it by teasing his teeth over his shoulder. Light, he wants to tell him to just bite down and rut him already.

Insistent and needy--he hasn't been fucked since last night, and during his heat that feels like a ridiculously long time--he rocks his hips toward Percy's hand, rubbing the sensitive head against his fingers. While some omegas shy away from it or find the stimulation too much, especially during heat, Essek absolutely loves attention to his cock. His husband had delighted him from the very first time they were intimate with his skilled mouth--and even as a wolf he'd proven himself very, very good with his tongue.

"Use your teeth," he finds himself hissing finally, looking back over his shoulder and baring his own as if to demonstrate. Percival has spent the last three days valiantly holding back the urge to bite him--Essek could feel it through their telepathic connection--and now he no longer has to.