"No," he murmurs, voice lower. "I don't think you were."

Percy keeps one arm braced against the tub as the other hand disappears beneath the water. He lifts his head and bumps his brow against Essek's as he cups his hand over his husband's cunt.

"Right here, darling? Or do you want to finish our bath?" Somehow he keeps his voice steady even if he can feel the heat of that need against his palm. He wants to plunge into this beautiful man, but... the game is still afoot, and Essek started it.