Perhaps it isn't what he needs, the response to the bone-deep instinct driving him, but that doesn't mean Essek isn't also thoroughly enjoying his alpha's enthusiastic attention. He gasps and whimpers behind the shield of his hand, violet eyes almost luminescent in the shaded room, lids at half mast as he gazes down his body at his mate between his legs.
He would come if this continued much longer, but before he can, Percival licks a hot, wet stripe along the underside of his cock and withdraws his fingers with a gentle slide that still has Essek shivering with its intensity. He feels his already heated skin flush further as he glimpses them, bright and wet, a webbing of his own slick dripping between them, before his husband uses that hand to lift his thigh, leaving his skin gleaming and slippery.
Panting and pliant and sore with how empty his cunt now feels, Essek is properly desperate, fervently needing to be filled. Percival's scent is enticing, exhilarating, like nothing he's ever experienced before. Even during his previous heat, out of his mind with the need to fuck, he hadn't felt this wild, a restlessness beneath his skin, a draw to his mate that is primal and untamed.
But with it, with Percival's passionate kiss and heartfelt whispering, comes intense emotion, a deep, bonding love that Essek never thought he would experience in his life. His eyes open wider, blown pupils darting back and forth as he takes in the aching sincerity in his husband's expression at the same time that Percival is taking in his own: hope, fear, earnest devotion, and still, after everything, surprise.
Light, what a man. A good, sweet, dedicated man, and somehow, his. Wretched as he is, guilty as he is, it seems cosmically unfair that what was meant to be his punishment has become such a blessing. But if Percival feels this way for him, an adoration that radiates from the depths of his soul reflected in his eyes, then Essek can only conclude that what is fair is not always right. His place is here. His love is here. For Percival's sake, he must believe this is something he could one day work to deserve.
He is loved. He is everything, at least to one man. That is more than he ever expected.
"You--" His breath catches, whimpering as the hot, blunt head of his alpha's cock slides against his slit, so close to where he needs it that it's nearly torturous. Still, his words come carefully chosen, soft and whispered. "You have made me believe a thing I thought impossible." His hand covers Percival's against his face until it moves, while the other reaches up, clumsier than usual, to return the gesture, fingers skating along a handsome, stubbled jaw, dark purple skin against flushed pale. "If it is for you, my love, I--I will be anything you ask."
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He would come if this continued much longer, but before he can, Percival licks a hot, wet stripe along the underside of his cock and withdraws his fingers with a gentle slide that still has Essek shivering with its intensity. He feels his already heated skin flush further as he glimpses them, bright and wet, a webbing of his own slick dripping between them, before his husband uses that hand to lift his thigh, leaving his skin gleaming and slippery.
Panting and pliant and sore with how empty his cunt now feels, Essek is properly desperate, fervently needing to be filled. Percival's scent is enticing, exhilarating, like nothing he's ever experienced before. Even during his previous heat, out of his mind with the need to fuck, he hadn't felt this wild, a restlessness beneath his skin, a draw to his mate that is primal and untamed.
But with it, with Percival's passionate kiss and heartfelt whispering, comes intense emotion, a deep, bonding love that Essek never thought he would experience in his life. His eyes open wider, blown pupils darting back and forth as he takes in the aching sincerity in his husband's expression at the same time that Percival is taking in his own: hope, fear, earnest devotion, and still, after everything, surprise.
Light, what a man. A good, sweet, dedicated man, and somehow, his. Wretched as he is, guilty as he is, it seems cosmically unfair that what was meant to be his punishment has become such a blessing. But if Percival feels this way for him, an adoration that radiates from the depths of his soul reflected in his eyes, then Essek can only conclude that what is fair is not always right. His place is here. His love is here. For Percival's sake, he must believe this is something he could one day work to deserve.
He is loved. He is everything, at least to one man. That is more than he ever expected.
"You--" His breath catches, whimpering as the hot, blunt head of his alpha's cock slides against his slit, so close to where he needs it that it's nearly torturous. Still, his words come carefully chosen, soft and whispered. "You have made me believe a thing I thought impossible." His hand covers Percival's against his face until it moves, while the other reaches up, clumsier than usual, to return the gesture, fingers skating along a handsome, stubbled jaw, dark purple skin against flushed pale. "If it is for you, my love, I--I will be anything you ask."