Feeling Percival's cock grow hard inside him only adds to that feeling of fullness. A sharp eyetooth catches his lower lip as he arches his back and rocks against him. He can tell how badly Percival wants to touch him, and it is thrilling. He watches his hands and arms flex as he tries to move them, and really feels the restless jerk of his hips that doesn't push him deeper, but certainly grinds his cock harder against Essek's soft walls where he already is. A little groan escapes him, and he tries to put more of his own weight on Percival's hips--as though that would stop him.
"Leashed? Now there's an idea," he says faintly, mostly to be smart. But his eyes are terribly soft, because he can't hear I am so thoroughly yours without feeling the full force of his love for his husband. He holds him deep inside his body and presses close to kiss him, biting gently at his lower lip as they part.
Truly, his queen and his mother could not have known what they had done for him by exiling him to this place. He doesn't care about the Dynasty. It will never change, and eventually that stagnation will rot it from the inside. This is his home. This city and this man.
Bracing himself, Essek he uses his thighs to lift himself up. the length of Percival's cock nearly slips from his cunt before he drops his hips to take it all back inside him at once. Repetition builds momentum, and when he finds a rhythm, gasping softly at the friction and the dull pressure of taking it so deep, his thighs can stop working quite so hard.
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"Leashed? Now there's an idea," he says faintly, mostly to be smart. But his eyes are terribly soft, because he can't hear I am so thoroughly yours without feeling the full force of his love for his husband. He holds him deep inside his body and presses close to kiss him, biting gently at his lower lip as they part.
Truly, his queen and his mother could not have known what they had done for him by exiling him to this place. He doesn't care about the Dynasty. It will never change, and eventually that stagnation will rot it from the inside. This is his home. This city and this man.
Bracing himself, Essek he uses his thighs to lift himself up. the length of Percival's cock nearly slips from his cunt before he drops his hips to take it all back inside him at once. Repetition builds momentum, and when he finds a rhythm, gasping softly at the friction and the dull pressure of taking it so deep, his thighs can stop working quite so hard.