Essek goes happily into another sweet kiss, remaining close enough that his nose can brush over Percival's check and beneath his jaw afterward, breathing in deep. Light, if he'd thought his mate's scent was intoxicating during his last heat, the way he smells now in rut is going to drive him mad.
"Mm. If I did, I have already forgotten it," he murmurs, lips curling into another little smirk. "What could be more pressing than this?"
Sometimes these things happen, especially to new couples. They'll be forgiven any missed appointments. Their marriage is more than a year old now, so newly wed would probably no longer be applicable in human circles, but they haven't been having sex for nearly that long. In retrospect, it's remarkable how quickly Essek shifted from wariness to desire to sharing his heat with intent. Most elves, especially Kryn drow, take much longer with these decisions. But Essek has never been typical of his people, and with a human partner, he doesn't have the luxury of time. He knows what he feels and he knows what he wants.
He seeks another kiss as his hands wander his husband's body, skimming planes of warm, scarred pale skin stretched over surprisingly firm muscle. There is an appreciative little hum in the back of his throat as his hands sweep lightly down Percival's chest as far as their position allows, then circle around to his back. Light, his back muscles really are something to be admired.
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"Mm. If I did, I have already forgotten it," he murmurs, lips curling into another little smirk. "What could be more pressing than this?"
Sometimes these things happen, especially to new couples. They'll be forgiven any missed appointments. Their marriage is more than a year old now, so newly wed would probably no longer be applicable in human circles, but they haven't been having sex for nearly that long. In retrospect, it's remarkable how quickly Essek shifted from wariness to desire to sharing his heat with intent. Most elves, especially Kryn drow, take much longer with these decisions. But Essek has never been typical of his people, and with a human partner, he doesn't have the luxury of time. He knows what he feels and he knows what he wants.
He seeks another kiss as his hands wander his husband's body, skimming planes of warm, scarred pale skin stretched over surprisingly firm muscle. There is an appreciative little hum in the back of his throat as his hands sweep lightly down Percival's chest as far as their position allows, then circle around to his back. Light, his back muscles really are something to be admired.