Held in place, Essek has little choice but to accept the inevitable. But that is perfectly fine, because the moment his husband's fingers enter him and his mouth descends on his cock, he suddenly wants to come very badly. That heat spreads, tingling through his body. He twitches as Percival's skilled fingers rub against nerves inside him so sensitive that they make his legs shake. His cock throbs against his tongue.

Manicured nails scrape across the upholstery and Essek's chin tilts up, baring his throat as his breaths turn to soft moans. His cunt tightens, clenching eagerly now that there is something to clench on, and his hips move toward his mate now rather than shying away. But he does not have to work very hard, does not have to be particularly insistent, when Percival is taking care of him so expertly, and with such dedication. His lips sliding along his cock and his fingers fucking his cunt are all Essek needs for that feeling of unfolding, of release, to wash through him.

It feels like his entire body throbs as he comes. His eyes slip closed, and he is quiet, wracked with tremors.