Maybe it's cruel, but he truly enjoys feeling Essek shiver and tremble beneath him, muscles firing just slightly out of control, purely reactionary as Percival fucks him into another orgasm. He gasps when he feels the milking squeeze of his husband's cunt and the pressure and vibration of Essek's cry as he pushes his mouth against his shoulder.

"Sssh," he hushes. He pulls Essek's head back so that he can kiss him again. Percival can't hold to it like he wants to, can't plunder Essek's mouth when he has to breathe. His own body is worked up, demanding release now that he's buried exactly where he wants to be. Even as Essek is still shaking from his release - if it can really be called that, given the circumstances - Percy pushes himself up more, bracing over his husband so that he can fuck him properly. He keeps his grip on the tense thigh pressed to his side, finally giving in to his own sense of urgency as he buries himself again and again.

A growling groan rises in his throat when he feels resistance, and it takes Percy a few seconds to realize he is swelling at the base of his cock. It's only a few more thrusts before he comes, and even if his knot as a man will never be quite so impressive as the wolf's, it's certainly there as he spills inside his mate.