It doesn't take long for Essek to decide he really likes this position. His body is alight with pleasure, and it builds beautifully as Percival takes him with full, firm thrusts. Each one pushes him into the slowly stroking hand beneath him, and Essek is content to show his appreciation with soft gasps and the occasional moan and come when his body decides to, which probably will not be long.
But his husband has slightly different ideas. Though he's seen him display it many times now, a few intimately like this, Percival's strength still arouses him. His noise of surprise turns pleased as he's lifted up enough to put more of his weight on Percival, and he moans outright as the shift presses his cock even deeper inside him. The gasp in his ear at the same time makes him grin wide enough to show his fangs.
"Yes, yes, I will," Essek promises at once, equally breathless. Shivering at the sound of his husband's voice, he squeezes the hand still tangled with his against his chest. He doesn't even consider refusing. He loves his husband, loves the idea of sharing his bed, and--Light, he's a little distracted at the moment by how much he loves his cock, too, which presses into him just right at this angle, almost deliriously so. He teases himself with the idea that he might not even need a hand around him to come if Percival keeps fucking him just as soundly like this. His toes still only barely brush the floor, so he has little recourse but to take what he's given, which isn't a thought that's ever excited him as much before now. "You feel so good," he praises, barely louder than a whisper. "Fuck me more, k'allis, I need it."
It is Essek's breathless agreement - or maybe his demand - that earns a moan from Percy. Hearing his husband whisper, I need it is a rare enough treat that he cannot possibly ignore it. And the promise of a night with his husband fills his head with possibilities, but they all hover at the back of his awareness: he has far more pressing things to attend to first.
He bows his head to kiss Essek's neck, whatever he can reach given that his husband is still mostly dressed. Percival gives himself permission to fuck Essek with abandon, caught up in how perfect he feels. It feels too soon when that tension building in him breaks. His hand abandons Essek's cock to press low against his stomach, bracing him, dragging the wizard back to meet every short, urgent thrust as Percy comes. He moans again, lips against Essek's ear as the heavy sound escapes him.
Percy doesn't pull out right away, instead moving his hand back to Essek's cock to stroke him if he needs it, intent on his husband joining him in their rushed pleasure.
As it happens, Percy's pace as he chases his pleasure in his husband's body is exactly what Essek needs also. He feels a little jostled and more than slightly manhandled, but that is appealing in this context, when they've barely undressed and the door isn't locked and every needy thrust of his husband's sturdy human cock is hard and full and the angle means pressure on his prostate feels almost constant. Essek is writhing after barely half a minute of this treatment, his cock dripping precome over the hand wrapped around it. His head rests against Percival's shoulder as he makes far more noise than he ever has before, soft moans and mumbled words in Undercommon.
He knows he is going to come so, so quickly, and the fast-building intensity of it is welcome. He's surprised when he lasts more than a minute, surprised that he lasts long enough to feel Percival greedily drag him onto his cock again and again as he comes inside him. But he's glad he does, because it's so good it nearly pushes him over the edge too. Essek covers the hand on his stomach, holding it there as he gasps through his husband's orgasm. Percival is buried deep, and Essek can feel the throb of his cock as he spills because it is right there against his sweet spot, his thighs are trembling so badly that he's glad he isn't holding himself up, and--
And Percival's hand slips out from under his to wrap around his cock again, and he is gone with the very first stroke. Essek's peak hits sudden and hard, hips grinding back against Percival's as much as he can manage as he comes over his fingers, the floor, the desk, determined to take what pleasure he can from the last of his husband's erection.
Percy rests his head against Essek's shoulder as his lover tightens around him and comes across his knuckles. Even in their rush, that feeling is delicious. He lifts his head to brush a tender kiss against the shell of Essek's ear, careful of his jewelry as he gives a final stroke. He finally lets go of his husband's hand and braces his own against the desk so they can both lean into it.
For a moment that's all their is: their heavy breathing, the crackle of the fireplace, and the sound of the wind outside. This is the only downside to a quick fuck in a semi-public room: there will be no real resting in their afterglow. Still, Percy stays where he is for a little while, drawing out the moment as much as he dares.
But, eventually, he pulls out and he's careful to keep Essek's robes out of the way. He's also careful to make sure Essek can put his full weight back on the floor without losing his balance. Percy manages to find a handkerchief to at least clean off his hand and gently do the same for Essek's cock.
"Are you all right, darling?" He'd gotten a bit... overzealous there at the end, possibly.
Even after a much needed pause to catch his breath post orgasm, Essek's thighs are still quivering when his husband pulls out of him, heavy and full to open and empty. He leans heavily against the desk. His feet may be touching the floor, but his legs won't support him yet. There's a breath of laughter beneath his words, bemused and a little amazed by how much this tryst has effected him. "Yes, just...in need of another moment to collect myself."
He's glad for Percival's tender care in wiping him off. Essek's hand trembles a little as he casts Prestidigitation on both of them after, magically cleaning whatever his lover hadn't managed to.
"You are enthusiastic today, husband. It makes me especially eager for tonight," he teases fondly. A faint smile crosses his lips as he begins to drag his silken smallclothes and the waist of his pants back up his thighs. The longer he remains undressed in here, the more likely it is someone will walk in. Not that what they'd just been up to wouldn't be blatantly obvious anyway, but Essek would prefer his bare body remain for his husband's eyes alone.
The glance he gives as his fingers slide through silk and then start securing buttons is almost coy, but there is a genuine shyness as well. He's agreed to stay tonight. He hasn't done that before, not here in their home where they each have their own distinct space. But he found that he enjoyed sharing space more than he expected to during their time in Emon, especially resting beside Percival in bed. It was peaceful and intimate. Doing it here seems more...real. More permanent somehow, even if he knows he can return to his own room whenever he likes. But he very much wants to try it. The idea of living together as a couple, even if it only for a few nights a week to start, is terribly appealing.
"I would like to sleep beside you," he admits more quietly. Not trance; sleep. "So you will need to wear me out quite thoroughly."
Percy grins when he realizes his husband has cast a spell to help the clean up. He leaves the handkerchief on his desk as he works on righting his clothes the same way Essek is, though perhaps a bit slower as he admires the wizard dressing and covering up again. There's a little thrill in knowing the privilege he has, given how conservatively Essek tends to dress.
"I hope to make it worth your wile," he says with a shameless wink. His expression softens at the quiet confession that Essek would like to sleep with him, but the heat has not gone out of it. "And I will endeavor to exhaust you, my darling. I'm sure you'll put me through my paces."
Once they are both looking about as presentable as they were before, Percy gathers Essek close to kiss him again, tender this time. He feels a flutter in his chest at the prospect of such intimacy with this man. They haven't shared a bed since Emon, and while the invitation has always been open, Percival has been careful not to make demands, and Essek has not offered.
His fingers stroke along the wizard's arm cheek and Percy allows himself a moment to admire his husband. Whatever he expected in this marriage, love had never been part of it. But it has blossomed anyway, and Percival isn't sure what he's done to earn it, but he is grateful beyond measure.
"I'll see you at dinner," he promises warmly. "Would you rather our usual dining room or something more intimate?"
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But his husband has slightly different ideas. Though he's seen him display it many times now, a few intimately like this, Percival's strength still arouses him. His noise of surprise turns pleased as he's lifted up enough to put more of his weight on Percival, and he moans outright as the shift presses his cock even deeper inside him. The gasp in his ear at the same time makes him grin wide enough to show his fangs.
"Yes, yes, I will," Essek promises at once, equally breathless. Shivering at the sound of his husband's voice, he squeezes the hand still tangled with his against his chest. He doesn't even consider refusing. He loves his husband, loves the idea of sharing his bed, and--Light, he's a little distracted at the moment by how much he loves his cock, too, which presses into him just right at this angle, almost deliriously so. He teases himself with the idea that he might not even need a hand around him to come if Percival keeps fucking him just as soundly like this. His toes still only barely brush the floor, so he has little recourse but to take what he's given, which isn't a thought that's ever excited him as much before now. "You feel so good," he praises, barely louder than a whisper. "Fuck me more, k'allis, I need it."
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He bows his head to kiss Essek's neck, whatever he can reach given that his husband is still mostly dressed. Percival gives himself permission to fuck Essek with abandon, caught up in how perfect he feels. It feels too soon when that tension building in him breaks. His hand abandons Essek's cock to press low against his stomach, bracing him, dragging the wizard back to meet every short, urgent thrust as Percy comes. He moans again, lips against Essek's ear as the heavy sound escapes him.
Percy doesn't pull out right away, instead moving his hand back to Essek's cock to stroke him if he needs it, intent on his husband joining him in their rushed pleasure.
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He knows he is going to come so, so quickly, and the fast-building intensity of it is welcome. He's surprised when he lasts more than a minute, surprised that he lasts long enough to feel Percival greedily drag him onto his cock again and again as he comes inside him. But he's glad he does, because it's so good it nearly pushes him over the edge too. Essek covers the hand on his stomach, holding it there as he gasps through his husband's orgasm. Percival is buried deep, and Essek can feel the throb of his cock as he spills because it is right there against his sweet spot, his thighs are trembling so badly that he's glad he isn't holding himself up, and--
And Percival's hand slips out from under his to wrap around his cock again, and he is gone with the very first stroke. Essek's peak hits sudden and hard, hips grinding back against Percival's as much as he can manage as he comes over his fingers, the floor, the desk, determined to take what pleasure he can from the last of his husband's erection.
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For a moment that's all their is: their heavy breathing, the crackle of the fireplace, and the sound of the wind outside. This is the only downside to a quick fuck in a semi-public room: there will be no real resting in their afterglow. Still, Percy stays where he is for a little while, drawing out the moment as much as he dares.
But, eventually, he pulls out and he's careful to keep Essek's robes out of the way. He's also careful to make sure Essek can put his full weight back on the floor without losing his balance. Percy manages to find a handkerchief to at least clean off his hand and gently do the same for Essek's cock.
"Are you all right, darling?" He'd gotten a bit... overzealous there at the end, possibly.
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He's glad for Percival's tender care in wiping him off. Essek's hand trembles a little as he casts Prestidigitation on both of them after, magically cleaning whatever his lover hadn't managed to.
"You are enthusiastic today, husband. It makes me especially eager for tonight," he teases fondly. A faint smile crosses his lips as he begins to drag his silken smallclothes and the waist of his pants back up his thighs. The longer he remains undressed in here, the more likely it is someone will walk in. Not that what they'd just been up to wouldn't be blatantly obvious anyway, but Essek would prefer his bare body remain for his husband's eyes alone.
The glance he gives as his fingers slide through silk and then start securing buttons is almost coy, but there is a genuine shyness as well. He's agreed to stay tonight. He hasn't done that before, not here in their home where they each have their own distinct space. But he found that he enjoyed sharing space more than he expected to during their time in Emon, especially resting beside Percival in bed. It was peaceful and intimate. Doing it here seems more...real. More permanent somehow, even if he knows he can return to his own room whenever he likes. But he very much wants to try it. The idea of living together as a couple, even if it only for a few nights a week to start, is terribly appealing.
"I would like to sleep beside you," he admits more quietly. Not trance; sleep. "So you will need to wear me out quite thoroughly."
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"I hope to make it worth your wile," he says with a shameless wink. His expression softens at the quiet confession that Essek would like to sleep with him, but the heat has not gone out of it. "And I will endeavor to exhaust you, my darling. I'm sure you'll put me through my paces."
Once they are both looking about as presentable as they were before, Percy gathers Essek close to kiss him again, tender this time. He feels a flutter in his chest at the prospect of such intimacy with this man. They haven't shared a bed since Emon, and while the invitation has always been open, Percival has been careful not to make demands, and Essek has not offered.
His fingers stroke along the wizard's arm cheek and Percy allows himself a moment to admire his husband. Whatever he expected in this marriage, love had never been part of it. But it has blossomed anyway, and Percival isn't sure what he's done to earn it, but he is grateful beyond measure.
"I'll see you at dinner," he promises warmly. "Would you rather our usual dining room or something more intimate?"