Nails raking back down his neck, Essek is caught up in the passion of his husband's kisses. His hips rock gently, shifting the knot inside him until Percival is ready to pull out. He unhooks his ankles from behind his back and gives him space, and just as quickly as he was full, he is empty again. His legs are a little unsteady when they're lowered, but thankfully there is no need for him to use them. He's been floating all this time.
As soon as Essek is upright and his cock is no longer keeping it inside, Percival's spend begins to drip from his entrance. Unconcerned, Essek simply tugs his smalls back into place as nonchalantly as they'd been pushed aside--though he does make sure Percival's eyes are on him when he does. If it becomes a problem, he'll use prestidigitation. Until then, this is a reminder for his alpha of what he can look forward to if he behaves.
After that, he only has to drop his dress and smooth it back out to appear perfectly polished.
"What do you think, my love? Will you be able to manage?" he asks, raising a hand to brush his fingers tenderly across Percy's cheek. "Or have I only made things worse?"
For himself, he certainly has. This all too brief interlude only leaves his body eager for more, to the point where he suspects this really might have triggered his heat--or that Percival's rut induces a very similar reaction, at least. But he is confident he will be able to keep his composure for as long as they need to remain here. He doesn't know if that will be the case for his husband.
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As soon as Essek is upright and his cock is no longer keeping it inside, Percival's spend begins to drip from his entrance. Unconcerned, Essek simply tugs his smalls back into place as nonchalantly as they'd been pushed aside--though he does make sure Percival's eyes are on him when he does. If it becomes a problem, he'll use prestidigitation. Until then, this is a reminder for his alpha of what he can look forward to if he behaves.
After that, he only has to drop his dress and smooth it back out to appear perfectly polished.
"What do you think, my love? Will you be able to manage?" he asks, raising a hand to brush his fingers tenderly across Percy's cheek. "Or have I only made things worse?"
For himself, he certainly has. This all too brief interlude only leaves his body eager for more, to the point where he suspects this really might have triggered his heat--or that Percival's rut induces a very similar reaction, at least. But he is confident he will be able to keep his composure for as long as they need to remain here. He doesn't know if that will be the case for his husband.