"Almost certainly," Essek concedes, amused. His voice is a purr, soft and pleased. "Still, I do not mind it. Loving you is no hardship, even when it is intensified this way."
He's mostly self-aware, at least. If anything, it has been interesting to note in his periods of relative lucidity how his heat has influenced his emotions, thoughts, and priorities even beyond the physical and sexual imperatives. When this has passed and he is entirely clear-headed again, he'll record his observations in order to be better prepared for next time--whenever that happens to be.
When Percy pulls out of him and lays back, taking him along, Essek is aware that the constant buzz of need fades quietly to the background, satisfied for the moment by their recent coupling and their current proximity. He mouths at the bruises he'd left along his husband's pale throat, soothing them with his lips and tongue, and finds that deeply satisfying.
Given Percival's earlier admiration of his body, however, Essek's thoughts have begun to travel idly in a similar direction. "You will still want to have sex when I am pregnant, I hope?" he asks absently, as the thought occurs. It would change his body quite dramatically. He doesn't anticipate Percival being the sort of man who would be put off by that, but still. He isn't prepared to give up their usual intimacy, and would much rather not have to.
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He's mostly self-aware, at least. If anything, it has been interesting to note in his periods of relative lucidity how his heat has influenced his emotions, thoughts, and priorities even beyond the physical and sexual imperatives. When this has passed and he is entirely clear-headed again, he'll record his observations in order to be better prepared for next time--whenever that happens to be.
When Percy pulls out of him and lays back, taking him along, Essek is aware that the constant buzz of need fades quietly to the background, satisfied for the moment by their recent coupling and their current proximity. He mouths at the bruises he'd left along his husband's pale throat, soothing them with his lips and tongue, and finds that deeply satisfying.
Given Percival's earlier admiration of his body, however, Essek's thoughts have begun to travel idly in a similar direction. "You will still want to have sex when I am pregnant, I hope?" he asks absently, as the thought occurs. It would change his body quite dramatically. He doesn't anticipate Percival being the sort of man who would be put off by that, but still. He isn't prepared to give up their usual intimacy, and would much rather not have to.