A soft whine rises from Essek's throat as his mate's teeth drag along his neck, the vulnerable skin he'd offered up intentionally for that very purpose. His legs splay wider as Percival crowds between them, and he gives a lower, more urgent moan as a third finger is worked into his fluttering cunt.
His eyes slip open again, gazing up into his husband's handsome face. The confident way he touches him, teases him, is already driving him a little wild. Essek's hips gives a shallow little roll as three thick human fingers push deep and stroke along his sensitive walls, making his thighs quiver and his cock begin to stir against his stomach. Light, the way Percival speaks, low and filthy, makes him ache. Yes, he wants that. Yes, yes.
"I want it," he manages, slipping a hand between his thighs to spread his slick folds, two fingers framing his opening. His cunt is dripping wet, his folds swollen and hot where they part for his husband's fingers--how could this be anything but heat?
"Come inside me, don't stop fucking me until I am full. Please, husband--" he pleads, insistent and breathless, as if he can't take another moment without it.
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His eyes slip open again, gazing up into his husband's handsome face. The confident way he touches him, teases him, is already driving him a little wild. Essek's hips gives a shallow little roll as three thick human fingers push deep and stroke along his sensitive walls, making his thighs quiver and his cock begin to stir against his stomach. Light, the way Percival speaks, low and filthy, makes him ache. Yes, he wants that. Yes, yes.
"I want it," he manages, slipping a hand between his thighs to spread his slick folds, two fingers framing his opening. His cunt is dripping wet, his folds swollen and hot where they part for his husband's fingers--how could this be anything but heat?
"Come inside me, don't stop fucking me until I am full. Please, husband--" he pleads, insistent and breathless, as if he can't take another moment without it.