Everything is a blurred rush. What he registers most as he winds up on his back is the shove that pushes Percival's cock a fraction further into him. While he understands what must have happened for him to escape his bonds, at the moment he is beyond caring, apart from a cursory protest as his hands are pinned that emerges as a whine and a futile twist of his upper body. Prevented from casting and held down by his stronger mate, he has no choice but to lay back and let him fuck him, which is erotic in a different and very welcome way.
And Percival fucks him with all of his considerable determination, his thrusts uncompromising and insistent. Essek accepts yet again that there is no dignity to be had this way, and that is freeing. He gasps and whimpers, lifts his quivering legs to his husband's hips, hugs his knees against his sides and lets himself ride the wave as it rises, inevitable.
Even well-fucked and so wet he's dripping onto the bed under them, it takes a moment for Essek's cunt to accept the swollen knot on that last thrust, but when his body allows it past his entrance, it's with a spike of pure pleasure and adrenaline. Essek's back arches up, and he feels his husband's seed start to spill into him as he sinks his teeth into the tender skin between his neck and shoulder, and comes so hard the whole world tilts, pulling in and thrusting up all at once, a riot of sensation he can only process this way. He's nearly silent, but his cunt clamps down in a way that makes him feel deliciously stretched as Percival continues to grind inside him through his orgasm, and his muscles tense and relax over and over, legs shaking. It's drawn out, intensified by every movement, though Essek couldn't move voluntarily if he tried, entirely given over to the twitching and tremoring of his body.
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And Percival fucks him with all of his considerable determination, his thrusts uncompromising and insistent. Essek accepts yet again that there is no dignity to be had this way, and that is freeing. He gasps and whimpers, lifts his quivering legs to his husband's hips, hugs his knees against his sides and lets himself ride the wave as it rises, inevitable.
Even well-fucked and so wet he's dripping onto the bed under them, it takes a moment for Essek's cunt to accept the swollen knot on that last thrust, but when his body allows it past his entrance, it's with a spike of pure pleasure and adrenaline. Essek's back arches up, and he feels his husband's seed start to spill into him as he sinks his teeth into the tender skin between his neck and shoulder, and comes so hard the whole world tilts, pulling in and thrusting up all at once, a riot of sensation he can only process this way. He's nearly silent, but his cunt clamps down in a way that makes him feel deliciously stretched as Percival continues to grind inside him through his orgasm, and his muscles tense and relax over and over, legs shaking. It's drawn out, intensified by every movement, though Essek couldn't move voluntarily if he tried, entirely given over to the twitching and tremoring of his body.