Essek makes a real effort at calming himself when Percival hushes him, and it's helped by the brief but intense kiss muffling him. But it's impossible to restrain his noises when his body is being pushed to its limit and used this way. He moans softly but continuously as his husband fucks him with singular, focused need. His body is still trembling, his cunt still bearing down around him, and Essek notices before Percival does the knot forming at the base of his cock. Light, he needs it.

As soon as it starts to push inside him and drag back out, slowing Percival's urgent thrusts, Essek's legs tighten around the other man's waist and he gets quieter, both more desperate and more fulfilled than he's been yet. There's a gasp at the sounds his husband is making over him as he works himself up to his peak, and Essek feels his knot swell up just inside him, too big to comfortably pull out, as Percival finally comes, spilling into his cunt just as he'd promised.

Already over the last several days Essek has been knotted and filled plenty--excessively, at times--by Percival as a wolf, and though the differences are clear, he doesn't feel any less satisfied by this. It arouses him to have turned his mate on enough that he's knotting him while he isn't in rut, and he can't help recalling how much his husband had enjoyed watching him take a fake knot before. He gives a gentle rock of his hips to ensure he's seated as deep inside him as he can be, and finally relaxes with a sigh.