Light, he does need this. He's near delirious with it. He feels so tight like this, the drag of Percival's cock along his walls much more intense. Essek moves his hips as much as he can to follow his alpha's firm, deliberate rutting back and forth, the same motion that pushes his own stiff cock into the warm, calloused hand circling it. He doesn't even shy away from the sting of a bite against his shoulder, so badly does he want to be marked.
His ear gives a tiny quiver, the sensation of teeth and warm breath against sensitive skin traveling all the way down his spine. In more than a century, no other man has ever made him feel like this. He moans and moans as his husband fucks him without pretense, and tries to muffle himself out of some lingering sense of modesty. He remembers where they are, knows that they might be overheard. But Light, with his alpha whispering encouragement like that, it is easy to forget his resolve to be quiet.
"Yes," he pants, hazy and wild. He feels secure beneath the warm weight of his husband's larger human body, and every deep thrust into the silken squeeze of his dripping cunt sends a surge of pleasure through him so potent he can already feel the edge of orgasm nearing. "Breed me, Percival--I am ready, please--" He has spent months now actively seeking to become pregnant by this man. He is not content to wait months more.
His first orgasm sweeps through him in a hard shiver, muscles tightening and trembling. The high of it is heady and lasting, so much that a second may quickly follow. His cock would seem to agree; it pulses gently against Percy's fingers, but doesn't spill much, and doesn't yet soften.
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His ear gives a tiny quiver, the sensation of teeth and warm breath against sensitive skin traveling all the way down his spine. In more than a century, no other man has ever made him feel like this. He moans and moans as his husband fucks him without pretense, and tries to muffle himself out of some lingering sense of modesty. He remembers where they are, knows that they might be overheard. But Light, with his alpha whispering encouragement like that, it is easy to forget his resolve to be quiet.
"Yes," he pants, hazy and wild. He feels secure beneath the warm weight of his husband's larger human body, and every deep thrust into the silken squeeze of his dripping cunt sends a surge of pleasure through him so potent he can already feel the edge of orgasm nearing. "Breed me, Percival--I am ready, please--" He has spent months now actively seeking to become pregnant by this man. He is not content to wait months more.
His first orgasm sweeps through him in a hard shiver, muscles tightening and trembling. The high of it is heady and lasting, so much that a second may quickly follow. His cock would seem to agree; it pulses gently against Percy's fingers, but doesn't spill much, and doesn't yet soften.