There is barely any coaxing needed to get Essek to spread his legs for Percival; he's so far beyond pride at this point that he opens his thighs wide almost on his own. When his husband guides two of his fingers into his cunt and quickly tucks two of his own in after them, Essek keens. The sound dies to a whine in his throat when Percival covers his mouth with his, and yet again Essek parts his lips, melting a little more at the hot sweep of tongue.

The robe he hadn't removed is barely hanging on, so loosely draped about his body that to say that he's still wearing it would be wrong. It's slid down his shoulders and slid up his thighs all the way to his hips, the belt around his waist tied only loosely, and it only slips open more now as his hips squirm, unable to keep still.

His cunt pulses around their fingers, milking them the way he would his alpha's cock. The stretch feels so good that he thinks he might come just from this, pleasure coiling tighter with every involuntary squeeze of his inner muscles. Essek desperately wants to come with his husband's cock inside him, but he may not have a choice.