Light, this man is sweet. Essek is grateful for him and his rudimentary grasp of Undercommon, though he hadn't quite realized he'd slipped into his native tongue until Percival responded in it. He would resolve to be more mindful, but he doesn't know how realistic an expectation that is to set for himself.
Over his shoulder, he watches with bare want as his husband slicks himself. Percival finds him irresistible, but Essek thinks the same of him. His legs are nudged apart, and he teems with excitement and anticipation, mingled with bright sparks of pleasure as his cunt flutters around the toy already buried within him, solid and shaped in a way his body finds specifically pleasing. Then there is warm skin against his back, the weight of his husband's body braced over him, the tender, fleeting warmth of lips against his shoulder. Percival must be as eager for this as he is, because he wastes no time. As soon as Essek feels blunt heat against his hole, he feels that heat enter him. Stretched to yielding softness, the tight muscle at his entrance permits this.
Three fingers felt significant, but his cock is so much more; thicker, longer, hotter. The slow, unwavering press inside him punches the breath from Essek's lungs, leaving his lips parted soundlessly. Light, it is so much. His fingers curl into a hard grip on the sheets. The toy in his cunt with its flared knot is not small, and Percival himself is perhaps slightly larger; it feels as if they are vying for space inside him, occupying and filling places within his body that didn't feel hollow before, but may after this. Essek realizes as his mate whispers sweetly to him and slides a hand over his thigh that his legs are quivering.
When he manages to breathe again, it's a loud, inelegant gasp. Perhaps overall, the size of Percival's cock in his wolf shape may have been larger, and taking all of it in his cunt was a significant endeavor. But having both holes filled this way makes him feel like there is no space at all left inside him; the cock in his cunt and the cock in his ass grind together within his body, and it is all he can do to keep his knees braced on the bed and breathe, whimpering a plea to the Light in Undercommon with enough desperation to pass for a faithful man.
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Over his shoulder, he watches with bare want as his husband slicks himself. Percival finds him irresistible, but Essek thinks the same of him. His legs are nudged apart, and he teems with excitement and anticipation, mingled with bright sparks of pleasure as his cunt flutters around the toy already buried within him, solid and shaped in a way his body finds specifically pleasing. Then there is warm skin against his back, the weight of his husband's body braced over him, the tender, fleeting warmth of lips against his shoulder. Percival must be as eager for this as he is, because he wastes no time. As soon as Essek feels blunt heat against his hole, he feels that heat enter him. Stretched to yielding softness, the tight muscle at his entrance permits this.
Three fingers felt significant, but his cock is so much more; thicker, longer, hotter. The slow, unwavering press inside him punches the breath from Essek's lungs, leaving his lips parted soundlessly. Light, it is so much. His fingers curl into a hard grip on the sheets. The toy in his cunt with its flared knot is not small, and Percival himself is perhaps slightly larger; it feels as if they are vying for space inside him, occupying and filling places within his body that didn't feel hollow before, but may after this. Essek realizes as his mate whispers sweetly to him and slides a hand over his thigh that his legs are quivering.
When he manages to breathe again, it's a loud, inelegant gasp. Perhaps overall, the size of Percival's cock in his wolf shape may have been larger, and taking all of it in his cunt was a significant endeavor. But having both holes filled this way makes him feel like there is no space at all left inside him; the cock in his cunt and the cock in his ass grind together within his body, and it is all he can do to keep his knees braced on the bed and breathe, whimpering a plea to the Light in Undercommon with enough desperation to pass for a faithful man.