Yes, this is what Essek was going for. Percival is getting impatient already. The rough edge of his voice does things to Essek, and it's all he can do to keep his composure for now. But this is good. He hadn't wanted Percival just to desire him, but to need him, to ache for him so desperately that everything else ceases to matter. So much that he would leave the safety of the castle to go looking for him in the woodlands. So much that he would eagerly embrace him in a body most would consider monstrous. Then he might know a little of how Essek feels.
Maybe he could draw out this first part a little longer, but he decides not to. He wants to give himself the satisfaction of feeling his cock fill out the rest of the way inside him. He lifts up only so that he can reach down and shift the angle with his hand. He's hard enough to stay inside him, so Essek lets the head push past his entrance and sinks down onto him, perching again in his husband's lap with his cock sheathed inside him. His cunt throbs as his impatience to be full again pays off, that particular urge satisfied. But it isn't enough to be full. Now he wants to fuck.
"Such a good boy," he sighs, rotating his slim hips in a slow circle that keeps Percival buried in him. "You want it, don't you," he says, not a question. "You want me to keep you here until you've done your job. By the time I am finished with you, there will be no question."
He's working himself up too, heat rising inside him along with Percival's cock. He grinds down to feel it more as he stiffens, self-indulgent. Light, he isn't going to deny himself anything.
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Maybe he could draw out this first part a little longer, but he decides not to. He wants to give himself the satisfaction of feeling his cock fill out the rest of the way inside him. He lifts up only so that he can reach down and shift the angle with his hand. He's hard enough to stay inside him, so Essek lets the head push past his entrance and sinks down onto him, perching again in his husband's lap with his cock sheathed inside him. His cunt throbs as his impatience to be full again pays off, that particular urge satisfied. But it isn't enough to be full. Now he wants to fuck.
"Such a good boy," he sighs, rotating his slim hips in a slow circle that keeps Percival buried in him. "You want it, don't you," he says, not a question. "You want me to keep you here until you've done your job. By the time I am finished with you, there will be no question."
He's working himself up too, heat rising inside him along with Percival's cock. He grinds down to feel it more as he stiffens, self-indulgent. Light, he isn't going to deny himself anything.