That first long, easy slide in steals Essek's breath but for a tiny hitch. When his mate is buried to the root, he clenches around the fullness inside him. There is little encouragement needed to guide his leg around Percival's hip, spreading himself open to welcome the deep grinding that makes his toes curl. The image he presents is already debauched, lying in a pool of his disheveled robes, hair unstyled and makeup the smudged remains of what he'd been wearing last night. He shudders, moaning softly as his husband gives a harder thrust, reminding him of his purpose and pinning his hand to the bed.
Surprisingly, Essek does not care. Or rather, he cares quite a bit, but in a positive way. He doesn't typically enjoy having his hands immobilized--it is the first step to neutralize a wizard, everyone knows that--but the trust here is absolute. He also doesn't typically enjoy following directions in bed (or anywhere, for that matter), but he's been quite eager to listen to Percival so far, in a reversal of their more typical dynamic.
He has admitted this before, when circumstance has forced him to, but Essek is not nearly so experienced as his usual imperious confidence would imply. No other alpha has ever seen him this way. No matter how many times it was suggested that he should just select one to bear him through his heat, at least, he staunchly refused. He didn't care if he could have anyone he wanted, because he wanted none of them. As if being vulnerable with a near stranger wasn't enough to deter him, one small mistake could possibly saddle him with a child, and he was not about to risk that.
Oh, how things change with time.
"I want nothing more," he insists in a heavily accented whisper.
Essek reaches between them to work his available hand over his damp cock, wrapping his other leg around Percy as well to drive him in deeper with an unmistakably needy noise. His cunt flutters. He feels as if he's been hollowed out and refilled with molten heat, with the sweet, electric ache of Percival moving inside him, Percival wanting him, Percival intent on breeding him. His heart is squeezed in an iron fist, threatening to melt and spill out of him.
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Surprisingly, Essek does not care. Or rather, he cares quite a bit, but in a positive way. He doesn't typically enjoy having his hands immobilized--it is the first step to neutralize a wizard, everyone knows that--but the trust here is absolute. He also doesn't typically enjoy following directions in bed (or anywhere, for that matter), but he's been quite eager to listen to Percival so far, in a reversal of their more typical dynamic.
He has admitted this before, when circumstance has forced him to, but Essek is not nearly so experienced as his usual imperious confidence would imply. No other alpha has ever seen him this way. No matter how many times it was suggested that he should just select one to bear him through his heat, at least, he staunchly refused. He didn't care if he could have anyone he wanted, because he wanted none of them. As if being vulnerable with a near stranger wasn't enough to deter him, one small mistake could possibly saddle him with a child, and he was not about to risk that.
Oh, how things change with time.
"I want nothing more," he insists in a heavily accented whisper.
Essek reaches between them to work his available hand over his damp cock, wrapping his other leg around Percy as well to drive him in deeper with an unmistakably needy noise. His cunt flutters. He feels as if he's been hollowed out and refilled with molten heat, with the sweet, electric ache of Percival moving inside him, Percival wanting him, Percival intent on breeding him. His heart is squeezed in an iron fist, threatening to melt and spill out of him.