Essek's breath catches sharply, his ear twitching. The tease of Percival's teeth against sensitive skin and the low promise of his voice flows down through his body in a delectable wave of heat. Though he knew it already, hearing again that he finds the image of Essek round with their child so desirable makes Essek ache for it even more.

He isn't silent as his mate gives him the kind of rough-edged fuck he'd asked for, with audible gasps and quiet moans at the intensity of the friction inside him. His hand slides up to curl his fingers loosely around his cock, simply holding rather than stroking, and his thighs snap closed around Percival's hips with the tension in his legs.

Wide, dark violet eyes are focused on his husband's face, drinking in his expression as his lips spill words of devotion and desire freely. He adores this man more than he could ever say. He lifts a hand between them, presses it to the center of Percival's chest with his fingers splayed wide. He can feel the beat of his heart under his palm, fast and heavy. "This," he hisses. "I know it drives you wild that I am yours alone, that I will proudly carry your child and show the world how well you love me." His breathy voice lowers with fierce affection. "And how I love you."