Oh, he knows his husband is far gone if he doesn't talk back. Percival likes to weave words like this possibly more than Essek does, to often devastating effect.
Essek tucks his face against the other man's neck to scrape his teeth against it, sharper when he feels the swell starting at the base of his cock push up into him on the next hard, full thrust. This pace is already wrecking him, his cunt clenching and pulsing as Percival's cock rubs along his tight walls just right, but the promise of a knot has him gushing, so wet and soft that it'll be easy for it to pop in and swell right up inside him.
On this, Essek is of two very opposing opinions: he can't put that in me now and he must put that in me now. Spending precious time tied is a fine way to get caught. But Light, how hot would it be if he knotted and bred him right now, where anyone could see? Even after months of discussion (and several enjoyable nights where they'd played at trying to get pregnant, knowing it was a slim possibility at best), he hasn't felt this primal desire to breed since his heat.
When his husband reaches for his cock, the silk slides just as easily off that too. Essek muffles a helpless cry against Percy's skin as he grips and strokes him just the way he likes. He's going to come in no time at all, he realizes, and he nearly can't believe it except that the pleasure permeating every inch of his body is so intense there could be no other outlet. His thighs squeeze around Percival's waist, his cunt squeezes around his cock, and he struggles to say the words he knows he should, don't knot me, because they are so antithetical to what he wants.
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Essek tucks his face against the other man's neck to scrape his teeth against it, sharper when he feels the swell starting at the base of his cock push up into him on the next hard, full thrust. This pace is already wrecking him, his cunt clenching and pulsing as Percival's cock rubs along his tight walls just right, but the promise of a knot has him gushing, so wet and soft that it'll be easy for it to pop in and swell right up inside him.
On this, Essek is of two very opposing opinions: he can't put that in me now and he must put that in me now. Spending precious time tied is a fine way to get caught. But Light, how hot would it be if he knotted and bred him right now, where anyone could see? Even after months of discussion (and several enjoyable nights where they'd played at trying to get pregnant, knowing it was a slim possibility at best), he hasn't felt this primal desire to breed since his heat.
When his husband reaches for his cock, the silk slides just as easily off that too. Essek muffles a helpless cry against Percy's skin as he grips and strokes him just the way he likes. He's going to come in no time at all, he realizes, and he nearly can't believe it except that the pleasure permeating every inch of his body is so intense there could be no other outlet. His thighs squeeze around Percival's waist, his cunt squeezes around his cock, and he struggles to say the words he knows he should, don't knot me, because they are so antithetical to what he wants.