It takes little coercion for Essek to lay flat on his back, allowing his mate to move over him and push his way between his thighs. He wants this too. Essek reaches up for him, tenderly cradling the nape of his neck and the back of his head as he reminds him how loved he is. His own soft sound as Percival enters him with a decisive thrust is lost beneath his husband's unusually emphatic moan. He can feel him shaking with the effort of controlling himself. He has never seen him quite like this before.

"Good," he praises quietly, breathlessly. "Good, Percival. It is only us now, dear one. Don't hold anything back from me."

There is still a delightfully sharp stretch as he rocks deeper into him, and Essek swears his body is even more sensitive than it was an hour ago, because feeling his cock rub along his soft walls is utter bliss. He lifts his knees to bracket his husband's waist, ankles hooking at the small of his back. That opens him up to allow him as deep as he can be, and Essek feels the head of his cock nudge the back wall of his passage. Heat spreads through him--arousal, and a sudden flustered shyness that makes his face and ears especially warm. Light, he's been thoroughly claimed.