Essek has sunk heavily into the bed, both unwilling and unable to move a muscle. Every inch of his body feels sensitive, and he shivers at the onslaught of kisses, but he smiles too, fucked-out and simply happy. The contentment he feels in laying here, absorbing his husband's love and appreciation and attraction as his body accepts him in every way it's meant to, is blissful.
He smiles as their brows touch and Percival continues to shower him with compliments, and he allows his chin to be tilted back so that he can continue to nuzzle against him. At the moment, there is nothing he wouldn't allow from this man, who is absolutely everything to him.
"Yes, yours," he agrees quietly, feeling a curl of warmth in his belly that makes his body pulse with a sweet little aftershock on top of the pleasure that lingers while his husband is still buried inside him. That claim and his repeated expression of love leave a mark on Essek deeper than any Percival has managed to make on his skin. They belong to each other, they belong together. Before he fell in love with the man he was already married to, he'd never known he could feel a connection like this.
And it feels good--a boost to his ego, really--to hear again and again how beautiful he is, how exquisite, how perfect his husband finds him. How desirable. It doesn't matter that he knew Percival thought these things already. Hearing them now makes him smirk, lazy and pleased, and attempt a languid stretch that shows off the lines of his body he so admires to the man already knot-deep in his cunt.
"Yours completely." He tilts his face toward Percy's, clearly angling for a kiss. "I love you, Percival de Rolo. I cannot...I cannot express how much. It feels endless."
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He smiles as their brows touch and Percival continues to shower him with compliments, and he allows his chin to be tilted back so that he can continue to nuzzle against him. At the moment, there is nothing he wouldn't allow from this man, who is absolutely everything to him.
"Yes, yours," he agrees quietly, feeling a curl of warmth in his belly that makes his body pulse with a sweet little aftershock on top of the pleasure that lingers while his husband is still buried inside him. That claim and his repeated expression of love leave a mark on Essek deeper than any Percival has managed to make on his skin. They belong to each other, they belong together. Before he fell in love with the man he was already married to, he'd never known he could feel a connection like this.
And it feels good--a boost to his ego, really--to hear again and again how beautiful he is, how exquisite, how perfect his husband finds him. How desirable. It doesn't matter that he knew Percival thought these things already. Hearing them now makes him smirk, lazy and pleased, and attempt a languid stretch that shows off the lines of his body he so admires to the man already knot-deep in his cunt.
"Yours completely." He tilts his face toward Percy's, clearly angling for a kiss. "I love you, Percival de Rolo. I cannot...I cannot express how much. It feels endless."