When Percival releases his shoulder, Essek is shaken from the daze he's fallen into. His chin tilts and he buries his nose in his husband's short hair, lifting a hand to cradle the back of his head. His thighs are wrapped tight around his hips and his body still shivers with residual pleasure, ensuring his cunt milks the cock inside him for as long as those lingering pulses last. He isn't going anywhere.

While his breath gradually evens out, he doesn't want to speak. This feels so right, so blissful, that words are unnecessary. He can say everything he needs with his body; a kiss against the top of Percival's head, a squeeze of his thighs as though trying to pull him even closer, his arm winding around his back and stroking gentle fingers along his spine.

Perhaps it is mostly instinct that makes him feel this way, but he loves the time that they spend tied. There is nothing so intimate as quietly holding his mate inside his body, hoping that his knot keeps his seed from spilling out long enough for it to take. Tonight especially, with both of them so unexpectedly in sync, at the beginning of what will be days of intense, shared need, these moments feel precious.