Essek is well aware that the strength of Percival's will can only do so much. If they continue like this for too much longer, he'll come whether he wants to or not. Essek doesn't get any satisfaction from setting him up to fail, and he doesn't intend to make his husband's first orgasm in several days an unintentional one that he'll feel badly about. He wants it to be the reward it's meant to be. Which means that he has to pay very close attention every time he drops his hips and feels Percival's cock throb inside him, he has to listen to every muffled moan, he has to know the difference between Percival thrusting up into him and an involuntary twitch of his hips that means he's close.
His whole body tenses and his mind briefly clouds over as his mate's teeth sink harder into his neck, surely leaving a discernable bruise behind. Essek's head isn't the only one spinning when his husband's mouth leaves his newly marked skin. He can hear the warning in that gasped endearment clearly.
"I know," he assures breathlessly, holding nothing back as he takes his pleasure. From the friction answering an ache inside him to the sting of the bite to the gentle and skillful handling of his soft cock, he can feel his peak approaching quickly. "Just a little more, dear one."
He really is so good at this. Essek's fingers scrape harder, restlessly through his hair. Essek knows how to angle his own hips to rub relentlessly at his sweet spots, and his voice rises in a high, breathless gasp as he feels the full body tingle of an impending orgasm wash through him. Feeling merciful, he pushes up on quivering thighs and off of Percival's cock entirely, ensuring that when he tightens, he won't inadvertently milk an answering orgasm out of his husband.
"Your fingers," he gasps, demanding something to clench down on as that scale inevitably tips and his body is overloaded with a wave of sensation, shaking and panting sharply.
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His whole body tenses and his mind briefly clouds over as his mate's teeth sink harder into his neck, surely leaving a discernable bruise behind. Essek's head isn't the only one spinning when his husband's mouth leaves his newly marked skin. He can hear the warning in that gasped endearment clearly.
"I know," he assures breathlessly, holding nothing back as he takes his pleasure. From the friction answering an ache inside him to the sting of the bite to the gentle and skillful handling of his soft cock, he can feel his peak approaching quickly. "Just a little more, dear one."
He really is so good at this. Essek's fingers scrape harder, restlessly through his hair. Essek knows how to angle his own hips to rub relentlessly at his sweet spots, and his voice rises in a high, breathless gasp as he feels the full body tingle of an impending orgasm wash through him. Feeling merciful, he pushes up on quivering thighs and off of Percival's cock entirely, ensuring that when he tightens, he won't inadvertently milk an answering orgasm out of his husband.
"Your fingers," he gasps, demanding something to clench down on as that scale inevitably tips and his body is overloaded with a wave of sensation, shaking and panting sharply.