With a low growl from his husband's throat and a sharp little swat to his ass when he pulls out, Essek feels his face heat all over again. His breath catches loudly. Light, he has never been treated like this before going to bed with Percival. He wouldn't have allowed it, and no one had ever dared to anyway. But with this man, it makes him throb with desire, despite the indignity. Wordlessly, he turns over onto his belly and raises his hips as asked, ensuring as little of his mate's seed seeps from his cunt as possible.

Essek wets his lips, pulse skittering with anticipation as Percival locates the toy they're after. He looks at him over his shoulder, and a shiver courses down his spine when he meets his gaze. Oh, Light. He desperately wants this man to breed him.

"Yes," he says softly, tongue weighted with want. "If you engage the knot once it is seated, I will be fine."

He feels like a salacious, utterly wanton creature. He wants Percival to swat his ass again. He wants his alpha's knot in his cunt and his ass both. He wants to make an utterly debauched display of himself for his husband's pleasure. He feels a far cry from the version of himself so notoriously prudish that a flash of wrist or collarbone could unmake the men who sought him. But the creature he is now is for Percival alone. He could not bear any eyes but his to see him this way.