Immediately, Percival's reaction makes his embarrassment worthwhile. Hearing the heat in his husband's voice before he's guided into another kiss amplifies his own building arousal. Light, if they could manage even part of this fantasy, it would be satisfying. Of course, that could be too much to ask when both of them are already very preoccupied, especially not knowing how rut will effect Percival as a wolf. Yet there is no reason he can't do something to sate at least part of this desire now.

"I think that you should get that toy out, regardless," he advises. His face still feels hot, and he doesn't quite hit the smug tone he was aiming for. He sounds a little too breathlessly eager for that. "Perhaps we can find a use for it now," he suggests.

His pulse quickens again at the mere prospect. The toy in his cunt, knot inflated, would keep his mate's seed locked inside him in a way he would find satisfying while he takes his ass instead. Oh, he can only imagine how full he would feel. Call it a trial run, perhaps, to see if he is capable of even this much.