"That's it," he murmurs. "You're doing so wonderfully, Essek."
Percy is breathless, but it's nothing compared to the way Essek is panting and gasping now, looking - feeling - like he can barely keep himself upright. He continues to rub a trembling thigh with gentle, soothing strokes as he bottoms out. He stays like that, not moving so that Essek can try to adjust to being so full. The pressure is intense in a way he wasn't anticipating, but gods it's good. And it takes more effort than Percy thought it would to keep from pulling back to drive in again. He wants to breed, and he needs to be still.
"Just breathe, darling." His hand slides up over Essek's hip and along his side, then down the center of his body. And maybe it presses just a little against Essek's stomach. Percival shudders when he realizes he can feel a faint bump there, and he knows exactly what it's from.
"I know you're struggling for words, dearest, but I need you to tell me when you're ready for me to move, hm? However you can."
Whether it's a touch or sound or something else, Percy is trying hard to pay attention to his husband's body. He has no doubt this is a lot, even if Essek begged for it, and he can keep himself under control until he's given the all clear to do otherwise. Essek is his omega, his mate, his husband, and it's his duty on all counts to take care of him and that manages to burn through the need of his rut.
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Percy is breathless, but it's nothing compared to the way Essek is panting and gasping now, looking - feeling - like he can barely keep himself upright. He continues to rub a trembling thigh with gentle, soothing strokes as he bottoms out. He stays like that, not moving so that Essek can try to adjust to being so full. The pressure is intense in a way he wasn't anticipating, but gods it's good. And it takes more effort than Percy thought it would to keep from pulling back to drive in again. He wants to breed, and he needs to be still.
"Just breathe, darling." His hand slides up over Essek's hip and along his side, then down the center of his body. And maybe it presses just a little against Essek's stomach. Percival shudders when he realizes he can feel a faint bump there, and he knows exactly what it's from.
"I know you're struggling for words, dearest, but I need you to tell me when you're ready for me to move, hm? However you can."
Whether it's a touch or sound or something else, Percy is trying hard to pay attention to his husband's body. He has no doubt this is a lot, even if Essek begged for it, and he can keep himself under control until he's given the all clear to do otherwise. Essek is his omega, his mate, his husband, and it's his duty on all counts to take care of him and that manages to burn through the need of his rut.