He can hear Essek panting a single word over and over again, a constant refrain of approval and encouragement. Essek needs this, badly wants it, and Percival can do nothing but give it to him. He groans quietly against Essek's warm skin when he realizes his knot is starting to swell near the base of his cock. Fuck.
A softer, more frustrated sound catches in his throat as he tries to reconcile the demand of his rut with the needs of his mate. His hand tightens where it pins Essek's to the bed as if to reinforce his dominance, to remind Essek of their roles as he starts to slow the steady, firm thrust of his hips. He's panting and overheated just from this, but Essek is on the verge of being completely incoherent. He murmurs soothing things as best he can and he makes sure that Essek can feel the swell of his knot grinding against him so that he's aware of what's coming. Given how full Essek is, how tight it's making him no matter what Percy does, he needs to get his knot in before it gets too much bigger.
"Are you ready, darling?" he whispers against Essek's ear. He bites the beautiful tip, then kisses it as he drags his hand away from his husband's stomach to grip his hip, bracing himself and Essek both.
Percival doesn't really want for an answer, following what he can read in Essek's body as he gives a slow but unwavering push forward. He nearly chokes when his knot sinks into Essek's body.
"Oh fuck." His voice is strained and for a few seconds Percy doesn't move at all. His knot isn't even full yet, and he wonders if he'll be able to move like he usually does. He gives an experimental rock, drawing back just enough to create friction, but not enough to let his knot pop out again. Percy really doesn't want to risk not being able to get it back in. He thinks they're both feral enough to react poorly at the moment.
"Essek." He almost hisses his mate's name on a heavy exhale, the air punched out of him. He gives another tentative grind, then another. He can still fuck Essek, but now it will be with short, deep thrusts that don't involve pulling back too much.
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A softer, more frustrated sound catches in his throat as he tries to reconcile the demand of his rut with the needs of his mate. His hand tightens where it pins Essek's to the bed as if to reinforce his dominance, to remind Essek of their roles as he starts to slow the steady, firm thrust of his hips. He's panting and overheated just from this, but Essek is on the verge of being completely incoherent. He murmurs soothing things as best he can and he makes sure that Essek can feel the swell of his knot grinding against him so that he's aware of what's coming. Given how full Essek is, how tight it's making him no matter what Percy does, he needs to get his knot in before it gets too much bigger.
"Are you ready, darling?" he whispers against Essek's ear. He bites the beautiful tip, then kisses it as he drags his hand away from his husband's stomach to grip his hip, bracing himself and Essek both.
Percival doesn't really want for an answer, following what he can read in Essek's body as he gives a slow but unwavering push forward. He nearly chokes when his knot sinks into Essek's body.
"Oh fuck." His voice is strained and for a few seconds Percy doesn't move at all. His knot isn't even full yet, and he wonders if he'll be able to move like he usually does. He gives an experimental rock, drawing back just enough to create friction, but not enough to let his knot pop out again. Percy really doesn't want to risk not being able to get it back in. He thinks they're both feral enough to react poorly at the moment.
"Essek." He almost hisses his mate's name on a heavy exhale, the air punched out of him. He gives another tentative grind, then another. He can still fuck Essek, but now it will be with short, deep thrusts that don't involve pulling back too much.