Even if Essek said them, Percy might be hard-pressed to hear those words in his current state. It has been a long time since he felt this mindless. Even when Essek was in heat, he felt like he had a modicum of control even when his husband didn't. Now? That edifice is crumbling quickly.

Essek is so wet and warm and perfect in his arms and every inch of him belongs to Percival. As his mate gets tight around him, Percy pushes as deep as he can. The swell at the base of his cock grows but, perhaps lucky for them both, this early in his heat it doesn't quite get big enough to fully lock Percy in. Still, he feels the pressure when he tries to draw back and so his instinct tells him not to. His entire body shudders as he comes, the relief of it sweeping through him along with the bliss.

He stays exactly as he is, not wanting to pull out even if he can. Percy leans his weight hard into Essek and the wall and his hand keeps moving between them, intent on getting his husband off while he's still buried deep.