He seems so content just as they are. Percy gently sucks Essek's thumb clean before it slips out of his mouth again. It takes a moment for his husband's words to fully sink in, and Percival lifts his head, eyes intent when Essek suggests he might be going into heat again. He feels the drow's cunt squeeze around his fingers before yielding to the stretch and he groans quietly.

Percival bows his head, drawing his fingers back just enough to give a gentle thrust back in.

"Essek." He sighs his husband's name and his other hand tightens possessively on Essek's thigh. "Do you want me to stay like this until we arrive?"

His voice is heavy and he looks up at Essek. He might be the alpha, and once a month he might be a very large, dangerous alpha... but Essek is everything. His everything.