Okay. Okay, Jesus. He’s only just aware enough to put together the facts and realize that it doesn’t just feel like Eliot’s getting bigger inside him, he actually is. That’s how this works. And luckily he’s pretty deep in his instincts right now telling him this is right, this is good, this is what his body’s for, or he might start worrying about whether or not it’s going to get too big for him.

“Ohhh fuck, Eliot,” he whimpers. The smaller thrusts coupled with increased size are pretty much rubbing directly against his prostate and he’s pretty sure he’s losing his mind.

"Eliot, El, I wanna, please - "

It's not like he has to ask permission to come, that's definitely not a thing that was discussed or implied in any way, but there's a desperation building inside him, coming from the same place that preens with pleasure whenever Eliot calls him good. And the feelings get all mixed up because he needs to come, god, but he also needs for Eliot to keep calling him good and his. "I need to come, please - "

He's pretty sure he didn't need Eliot's hand stroking him off in order to come, but Jesus does it feel amazing. It's overwhelming, and he finds himself biting at Eliot's shoulder as he comes (not anywhere near the mating gland, he has just enough self-awareness to avoid that potential disaster), grounding himself and putting a mark on Eliot at the same time. This is his alpha (for now, anyway, he doesn't even have the brainpower to think about later) and he wants it to show.

Being knotted isn't exactly what he'd expected, back in sex ed for magicians. There'd been something terrifying and almost claustrophobic about the idea then; he'd worried that it would hurt, that it would be too much for his body even though everything he read assured him that magic would rewrite his body almost entirely for the purpose of this moment.

The reality is - it hurts, sort of, but it's really more of a pressure and stretch that his instincts guide him through relaxing into. The truth is, he's practically drunk on hormones and pheromones making him all pliant, and when it's done, when they're locked together, he doesn't feel claustrophobic, he feels safe. He feels content, his body rewarding him for a job well done by easing off on the chemicals making him feel desperate so he can relax with his nest all around him and his alpha inside him. There's even a rumble in his vocal chords that might be him purring again.