A moan pulls from deep in his chest when Essek grinds back against him.
"All right--okay--" His voice is strained, but his hand is steady where it rests on Essek's belly. Percival presses his mouth to Essek's shoulder, not quite a kiss but with plenty of intention behind it. The hand on the bed moves until it can find Essek's, fingers lacing tightly together. He whispers praise in disjointed Undercommon and more coherent but still slurred Common as he draws his hips back, then tries a careful thrust back in. Percival feels like the air's been knocked out of him by the delicious, slick friction along his cock. Essek's ass has always been a tight fit, but with the toy inside him, it's like nothing else.
Even with Essek's plea, it takes him a minute to work up to a proper rhythm with long, steady strokes. He gives a little snap of his hips when he feels like Essek can take it and his breath catches. With every thrust he can feel the toy rubbing against him through Essek's body and he knows the dizzying reality that it isn't just a toy, but a full knot seated inside his husband.
"You sweet thing," he whispers. "Look how well you take it. All of it. I know you'll have it in you to take my knot, to. It's what you deserve--what you've been so good for."
His mouth drags against Essek's shoulder, teeth scraping until he finds a place to bite down.
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"All right--okay--" His voice is strained, but his hand is steady where it rests on Essek's belly. Percival presses his mouth to Essek's shoulder, not quite a kiss but with plenty of intention behind it. The hand on the bed moves until it can find Essek's, fingers lacing tightly together. He whispers praise in disjointed Undercommon and more coherent but still slurred Common as he draws his hips back, then tries a careful thrust back in. Percival feels like the air's been knocked out of him by the delicious, slick friction along his cock. Essek's ass has always been a tight fit, but with the toy inside him, it's like nothing else.
Even with Essek's plea, it takes him a minute to work up to a proper rhythm with long, steady strokes. He gives a little snap of his hips when he feels like Essek can take it and his breath catches. With every thrust he can feel the toy rubbing against him through Essek's body and he knows the dizzying reality that it isn't just a toy, but a full knot seated inside his husband.
"You sweet thing," he whispers. "Look how well you take it. All of it. I know you'll have it in you to take my knot, to. It's what you deserve--what you've been so good for."
His mouth drags against Essek's shoulder, teeth scraping until he finds a place to bite down.