Pleasure rolls through him and Percy exhales heavily as Essek's fingers work him open with more oil. For a moment he's lost all ability to talk, lips parted as he pants for breath. That Essek thought about this at all - even in passing - is unexpectedly arousing. He knows how particular Essek is, how exacting in all things, including his desires. And knowing that he has been the center of those - perhaps in more ways than he had imagined - makes him feel lightheaded.
His eyes close and Percival sinks into the rhythm as his husband fucks him, working him open with the same care he takes in everything else. Every stroke is calculated and his cock aches as Essek continues speaking, shifting into Undercommon. Percy started learning it not long after he and his husband decided they actually liked each other. His lessons have been interrupted here and there, but he is diligent and he has learned a good deal. Not enough to be comfortably conversational - he wanted to surprise Essek with it - but now he's trying to grasp words he knows and parse the rest.
How thrilling it is to watch his husband succumb to his touch. Essek has learned to read the signs of his pleasure in his body, because he does not always voice them. But when he does--oh, Light, Essek is eager for this, for him. How could he not be, hearing his name on Percival's lips this way?
"Just one more," he encourages in hissed Common. "One more, and then I will give you my cock."
Bracing a hand on Percy's hip, Essek gets his knees under him. His cock throbs at the loss of stimulation. The spot where he lay is noticeably damp; his cock is wet from leaking over himself as he rutted into the sheets. Another matter for later.
Three fingers is not much more than two, when he presses them in together. The stretch gets wider towards the knuckles, Essek knows, where the fingers lie side by side rather than twisted together. But he has used so much oil and done such a thorough job already that Percival seems to have no trouble taking them. He fucks him smoothly, and now that he has a better vantage point, with a sharp demand. "Look at me."
Gods, even just hearing that promise makes Percival blush deeper. He feels Essek move behind him, bracing on his hip as he rises again. The angle changes as three fingers do their work - it isn't difficult to take them now and all he can think of his his husband's beautiful cock taking their place.
Percy forces himself to open his eyes and he looks over his shoulder at Essek's demand. His blue eyes are dark with desire and desperation, pale face flushed hot. His husband is perfect in his power and Percival hadn't anticipated that image alone would hit him so hard. His eyes nearly close again as his hips jerk, rocking back to meet a firm, smooth thrust of Essek's elegant fingers.
It takes some effort to stay focused, but he won't deny Essek anything tonight. Certainly not a view.
Essek's sharp gaze softens as Percival does what he asks, looking over his shoulder and turning those lovely, desperate blue eyes on him. They're darker with arousal, and an appealing compliment to the red flush darkening his pale skin. Essek draws his fingers back and plunges them in again, and Percival's hips lift to meet them.
"Beautiful." There is something near amazement in his eyes, near reverence in his voice. His fingers press in again, again, ensuring a comfortable stretch the way his husband does for him. The ease with which he opens for even sharper, faster thrusts tells Essek that there is no need to bear this anticipation any longer. He hides it well, but he is becoming a little desperate himself.
"Are you ready, darling?" He purrs, curling his fingers deeply once more before slipping them free. "I think you are."
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His eyes close and Percival sinks into the rhythm as his husband fucks him, working him open with the same care he takes in everything else. Every stroke is calculated and his cock aches as Essek continues speaking, shifting into Undercommon. Percy started learning it not long after he and his husband decided they actually liked each other. His lessons have been interrupted here and there, but he is diligent and he has learned a good deal. Not enough to be comfortably conversational - he wanted to surprise Essek with it - but now he's trying to grasp words he knows and parse the rest.
Difficult, with his lover's fingers inside him.
"Essek--" Percy gasps sharply.
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"Just one more," he encourages in hissed Common. "One more, and then I will give you my cock."
Bracing a hand on Percy's hip, Essek gets his knees under him. His cock throbs at the loss of stimulation. The spot where he lay is noticeably damp; his cock is wet from leaking over himself as he rutted into the sheets. Another matter for later.
Three fingers is not much more than two, when he presses them in together. The stretch gets wider towards the knuckles, Essek knows, where the fingers lie side by side rather than twisted together. But he has used so much oil and done such a thorough job already that Percival seems to have no trouble taking them. He fucks him smoothly, and now that he has a better vantage point, with a sharp demand. "Look at me."
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Percy forces himself to open his eyes and he looks over his shoulder at Essek's demand. His blue eyes are dark with desire and desperation, pale face flushed hot. His husband is perfect in his power and Percival hadn't anticipated that image alone would hit him so hard. His eyes nearly close again as his hips jerk, rocking back to meet a firm, smooth thrust of Essek's elegant fingers.
It takes some effort to stay focused, but he won't deny Essek anything tonight. Certainly not a view.
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"Beautiful." There is something near amazement in his eyes, near reverence in his voice. His fingers press in again, again, ensuring a comfortable stretch the way his husband does for him. The ease with which he opens for even sharper, faster thrusts tells Essek that there is no need to bear this anticipation any longer. He hides it well, but he is becoming a little desperate himself.
"Are you ready, darling?" He purrs, curling his fingers deeply once more before slipping them free. "I think you are."