Percival feels an aching throb in his cock in answer to the way Essek's cunt tightens around his fingers. It feels amazing, and he makes his own quiet sound when he realizes his mate his coming.

He strokes Essek through it, keeps his mouth right where it is with the intent on swallowing whatever his husband has to give him. He doesn't allow himself to get to wrapped up in Essek's release, though, and he depends on experience and instinct to know when Essek is on the verge of oversensitivity. He doubts it will last long in his current state, just as it rarely does while he's in heat.

Still, eventually Percival lifts his head with a lingering suck, then rests it against Essek's hip. His fingers stop moving, but he keeps them buried for now, enjoying the way slick walls flutter and clench around him, trying to milk a cock that isn't there.