He loves being inside Essek: his husband always feels amazing. But in moments like this, feeling his omega's perfect cunt tightening around him, intent on milking him of everything he has--Percival cannot even quantify how perfect it is.

Percy keeps his head down and breathes as deep as he can as Essek shivers to orgasm beneath him. He gives Essek's hand a gentle squeeze before withdrawing his own in favor of wrapping his arm around Essek's back as if there was any chance his mate would pull away.

Slowly, he releases Essek's shoulder and turns his head to nuzzle against his neck, breathing him in and taking comfort in--everything. Their closeness. Eventually, his hips stop moving entirely. He can still feel an occasional pulse of release - he'd forgotten that part could last longer while he's in rut - but even that is beginning to fade.