Light, Essek loves his husband. Somehow his body comes up with an entirely perfect compromise all on its own, rendering his dilemma null. Like this, he can enjoy the visceral satisfaction of his knot without worrying over being stuck on it. Sharp eyeteeth catch against his lower lip, stifling a gratified moan as he feels the throb of Percival's cock inside him as he comes. Behind his back, Essek's feet in their elegant little slippers hook together at the ankles, keeping him right where he is.

From the waist up, only the deep flush in his face and his dilated pupils would give him away. Even his hair is still perfectly in place. But he only has to glance down between his legs, past his rucked up dress, to see otherwise. His folds are dark and swollen and shiny with slick, and his cunt stretches around the swell of his alpha's knot, positioned perfectly just inside his entrance--just big enough to work, but not so big that he couldn't pull out of him. Percival's hand strokes with purpose over his cock, drawn out of his hastily shifted smalls, and Essek's hips rock subtly to follow the movement. His walls clench around the fullness inside him, tighter and tighter as his pleasure builds past the point where he has any control at all.

Feeling intoxicated by the scent of the two of them together in a way he hasn't since his heat, he comes with a shiver, back arching as he clutches at his mate everywhere. His cock spills over Percival's hand and his own lower stomach, bright white against his dark skin. Only his husband will hear his muted whine.