He nods quickly, legs going up to wrap around Joshua's waist, urging him closer as best as he can. Alecto still has one hand clasped firmly over his own mouth, too unsure of himself and his ability to stay quiet. It wasn't uncommon for Alecto to be incredibly, obscenely loud during their lovemaking, which was why they had such trouble finding the time for intimacy lately. It was too much of a risk lest they disturb Daphne from sleeping or, worse, alert Avery and his exaggerated cringing and gagging.

Because when he has his husband crowding him like this, hands hot against his soft skin, eager to claim him, to breed him, Alecto can't help himself. He becomes nothing more than just a writhing, mouthy, wailing creature of need and hunger and burning desire.