Essek's thin chest rises and falls quickly with his suddenly elevated breathing, arousal and need scorching him as his husband rubs at his dripping wet entrance and nips at his neck. It seems ridiculous, because he needs so much more, but he thinks he could probably come just from this.

A soft whine gives him away as Percival forces himself to draw back with an equally dissatisfied noise. He is on his back a moment later, being straddled with a purpose, and his eyes are wide and dark when they look up at the man over him. His loose robe has slid open entirely, the neck gaping wide and slipping down a slim shoulder. The fabric has slid all the way up to his hips as he lays with his legs obscenely spread.

Obligingly, Essek's plush lips part to suck the taste of his cunt from his alpha's fingers. His eyes slip half closed and his mouth is soft and pliant, his sharp teeth carefully guarded.