Percy lets Essek pull away and doesn't immediately follow, though everything in him wants to. It's a game now, and while he suspects that he will lose, he is willing to let it start.

Gods, he looks amazing. He smells amazing still.

"It was the tongue, wasn't it?" He can't help the wolfish grin that appears, and he manages to resist the allure of his husband for all of a minute before he's moving closer in the water. His hands slide over Essek's legs, trying to coax them apart so that he can move between them.