Essek can feel the intensity of his husband's focused attention, and relishes it. Beneath his dress, his thin chest heaves as he greedily fills his lungs, breathing deeply. Gradually his fingers, locked tight in Percy's hair, uncurl and release him, petting it tenderly instead. A contented sigh falls from his lips as his softening cock slips from his mouth.
Through his lashes, he gazes down at his mate as he nuzzles into his hip and relaxes. Seemingly, he is gratified enough by getting him off to be happy continuing to kneel at his feet for the moment. But Essek knows he must be distractingly aroused. He can smell it. And it makes him crave all sorts of things, even spent as he is. He doesn't know if he can be entirely spent while his alpha needs him this way. The way his cunt still throbs around the three fingers buried in him proves that.
"That was very good," he murmurs, stroking languidly through Percival's hair and tracing gentle fingertips against the handsome angles of his face. "Did you get what you need, dearest one? Or is there more?"
He looks away only briefly, reaching out with the hand that isn't gentling Percy to flick back the corner of the curtain so that he can see where they are. They've slowed down a little, and his quick observation tells him it's because they've entered the central part of the city, where there is more traffic and activity. It is still fairly early in the night, and are plenty of people out and enjoying themselves or working to provide amusement to those seeking it. Though he does not know Westruun well by any means, he remembers the time it took to arrive from their inn earlier and roughly the path they took. Especially if they are slowed like this, it will be a little more time before they reach their destination.
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Through his lashes, he gazes down at his mate as he nuzzles into his hip and relaxes. Seemingly, he is gratified enough by getting him off to be happy continuing to kneel at his feet for the moment. But Essek knows he must be distractingly aroused. He can smell it. And it makes him crave all sorts of things, even spent as he is. He doesn't know if he can be entirely spent while his alpha needs him this way. The way his cunt still throbs around the three fingers buried in him proves that.
"That was very good," he murmurs, stroking languidly through Percival's hair and tracing gentle fingertips against the handsome angles of his face. "Did you get what you need, dearest one? Or is there more?"
He looks away only briefly, reaching out with the hand that isn't gentling Percy to flick back the corner of the curtain so that he can see where they are. They've slowed down a little, and his quick observation tells him it's because they've entered the central part of the city, where there is more traffic and activity. It is still fairly early in the night, and are plenty of people out and enjoying themselves or working to provide amusement to those seeking it. Though he does not know Westruun well by any means, he remembers the time it took to arrive from their inn earlier and roughly the path they took. Especially if they are slowed like this, it will be a little more time before they reach their destination.