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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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?"