Essek muffles a long moan against the crook of his elbow as Percival leans in and drags his tongue along his slit. Oh, more of that would be divine--but he certainly isn't complaining about getting exactly what he asked for, either, as Percival rubs the tip of the toy, slicked by his own spit, against his entrance. After being fucked so thoroughly by his husband, he takes the toy quite easily, but it fills him up in a satisfying way.
He barely notices the way his hips push up and back as Percival fucks the toy into him to the knot, teasing it against his folds. Though he answers his own question, Essek still whimpers a soft affirmative, which becomes a gasp as the wide swell of the knot presses into him. As with the real thing, his cunt spreads for it slowly, then takes it in easily past the widest point. Essek moans again, softer, as his cunt flutters around it, then clenches hard. Though it can't compare to the living warmth of his alpha, the stretch feels delicious. As Percival well knows, this toy drives him wild even when he isn't in heat.
He also does love when his husband calls him perfect.
"Please," he murmurs, feeling the flare of his own arousal sharply. It is shameful and thrilling what even a false knot can do to him, especially knowing it is keeping his mate's seed locked within him. "I can take more."
Bracing his forearm on the bed, Essek arches his back in to lift his hips higher and spread his legs wider. An elegant flick of his free hand and a whispered word casts Prestidigitation, and he reaches back to trace slicked fingertips along the seam of his ass until he reaches his own hole, rubbing over the tight muscle to make it slick and shiny. Light, he wants his alpha to fill him and claim him in every way possible.
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He barely notices the way his hips push up and back as Percival fucks the toy into him to the knot, teasing it against his folds. Though he answers his own question, Essek still whimpers a soft affirmative, which becomes a gasp as the wide swell of the knot presses into him. As with the real thing, his cunt spreads for it slowly, then takes it in easily past the widest point. Essek moans again, softer, as his cunt flutters around it, then clenches hard. Though it can't compare to the living warmth of his alpha, the stretch feels delicious. As Percival well knows, this toy drives him wild even when he isn't in heat.
He also does love when his husband calls him perfect.
"Please," he murmurs, feeling the flare of his own arousal sharply. It is shameful and thrilling what even a false knot can do to him, especially knowing it is keeping his mate's seed locked within him. "I can take more."
Bracing his forearm on the bed, Essek arches his back in to lift his hips higher and spread his legs wider. An elegant flick of his free hand and a whispered word casts Prestidigitation, and he reaches back to trace slicked fingertips along the seam of his ass until he reaches his own hole, rubbing over the tight muscle to make it slick and shiny. Light, he wants his alpha to fill him and claim him in every way possible.