Essek sinks deeper into the bed and into his own pleasure as Percival takes what he needs from him, fucking him soundly. Eager and receptive, his walls squeeze rhythmically around his husband's perfect cock as Essek releases his own control, feeling so good that he hardly needs to work toward his peak. He is going to reach it soon without doing anything at all beyond the occasional soft moan of encouragement.

Desire burns bright low in his belly, a sweet, persistent ache just the way it is while he is in heat. His cunt is leaking slick the same way, too, coating his husband's cock and making the sound of their coupling lewdly wet, whether fast or slow. His heels press tighter into Percy's back as they kiss. A hand slides up into his hair.

"I love you," he whispers back, gently rocking his hips as he feels the growing knot against his folds. Though it feels almost absurd to question whether he wants it, he understands. His husband is so sweet, so considerate, even overcome by rut. "Yes, it is all right," he confirms patiently, like they haven't been planning a pregnancy for months now. His voice is tight, but firm with his own certainty. "As many times as you need. Fill me, and do not waste a drop."

Essek's lips brush Percival's again, not quite a kiss. His thighs tighten around his waist and his cunt tightens around his cock as he breathes, "I am ready tonight. I can feel it."