Essek moves as his alpha directs him, laying splayed on his side, his leg lifted with a dainty ankle resting on a handsomely broad shoulder. He looks up at his alpha through his lashes with eyes at half-mast, lids heavy. He loves the reverent way Percival kisses him, touches him, massages his slick rim with the rough pads of his fingers.

By the time Percival urges him to cast again--which he does, promptly--and presses that first finger inside him, Essek is nearly ready to beg for it. Thankfully, he is spared that humiliation for now--though currently, he thinks he wouldn't really mind begging. The sound he makes is unmistakably needy.

"Good," he says, accent heavy. He's relaxed enough for this first finger, but he'll need to work up to even a second. This is still a fairly recent discovery for him. No one but his husband has ever taken his ass, as Percvial well knows. "I want to be full of you, my love. Keep going."

Laying between his thigh and his hip, Essek's cock has begun to take interest again, plumping up slowly but steadily. He reaches down to palm himself lightly, giving his still mostly-soft length an encouraging squeeze and circling the sensitive head with his thumb. His thighs tense and both his cunt and his ass bear down for a passing, dizzying moment where his lips part in a soundless gasp. Already this feels almost too good. What will it be like when Percival's cock is inside him as well?