For the first time all night, Percival relaxes as Essek's fingers tangle tight in his hair. His eyes close and he moans as Essek grinds up against him, keeping Percy exactly where he wants him. He loves the sound of Essek's voice like this, how breathless and eager he sounds, how confident, how firm. He is everything Percy didn't know he wanted. Percival never expected to love someone like this, to find someone who would love him as he is.

His beautiful, perfect mate. Percy wants to breed him. He can feel Essek's cunt get tight around his tongue and he wants nothing more than to bury his cock there.

Percy breathes in sharply when Essek yanks on his hair, guiding him higher until he catches on to what his husband is after. His lips part and heat throbs through him the moment he feels Essek's cock slide over his tongue. And since his mouth is now otherwise occupied, his hand slides up his husband's thigh so that he can push two fingers into his cunt to keep it full.