It doesn't surprise him that Essek is so urgent in his need - it's been more than eight hours since they last fucked and the fact that they made it so long is rather impressive. Percy is glad to be mostly in his right mind for this first heat - he wants to remember everything, including what Essek likes and what he needs.

Percy can't help the moan that escapes him when the wizard hisses at him, baring his own sharp teeth to make his point. He drags his husband against him and finally, finally gives into the urge. He bites Essek's shoulder, careful even with permission. He doesn't want to break skin but it is so damn satisfying to do it.

Essek is tight and perfect around him, squeezing as he strokes and rubs. He groans, voice muffed against the muscle of his husband's shoulder as he pushes as deep as he can. He doesn't have the same swell the wolf does, no true getting trapped, but he shudders as he comes.