Percy shudders hard as Essek goes tight around him, trapping him where he is and utterly falling apart beneath him. Essek looks beautiful like this, shaking and panting and absolutely wrecked. Percival leans low over him, makes sure that he's as deep as he can get before he finally stills. He showers kisses over his husband's face and his neck, everywhere he can reach. Everything feels perfect and the fact that he has so much more finesse now, more control, than he did just a few days ago is--a much-needed relief. The wolf has its advantages, but this is perfect.

This is everything.

"I love you," he whispers in Essek's ear, voice heavy and ragged as his husband trembles beneath him. "I love you."

His thumbs stroke over the drow's where their hands are tangled together. He rests his brow against Essek's.

"You beautiful creature. Do you have any idea how exquisite you are, my darling?" Percy smiles and nuzzles along his lover's jaw. "Of course you do... It's in every move you make, every line of your body. You know exactly how perfect you are. And you're mine."