"As you like, darling." Percy eases back slowly and gives Essek a little come hither gesture. "It'll be easiest with your back to me."
And, maybe, that will allow them both to recover slightly without staring at each other. Percival suspects that neither of them are going to leave their current state of arousal until they are actually satisfied, but they can try to pretend. If Essek gets close enough, there is no hiding his erection, already aching for his lover. But he can wait.
As soon as they are in a conducive position, Percy coaxes Essek to lean back until he can wet his hair, gently running his fingers through pale strands before he helps the drow sit up again. He picks up a bottle he knows that Essek uses, one he possibly left here, and pours the liquid soap into his palm. Percival is diligent and gentle as he washes Essek's hair, massaging along his scalp and down his neck. He applies careful pressure there, mostly aware of what Essek prefers and careful to adjust the way he touches his husband at the slightest sign of discomfort. He knows that sleeping in the cave couldn't have been comfortable, even with a wolf for a body pillow. He can certainly make up for that now.
And while he takes care of Essek's hair, Percival trails a few lazy kisses over his shoulder, tongue sweeping out to taste his warm skin.
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And, maybe, that will allow them both to recover slightly without staring at each other. Percival suspects that neither of them are going to leave their current state of arousal until they are actually satisfied, but they can try to pretend. If Essek gets close enough, there is no hiding his erection, already aching for his lover. But he can wait.
As soon as they are in a conducive position, Percy coaxes Essek to lean back until he can wet his hair, gently running his fingers through pale strands before he helps the drow sit up again. He picks up a bottle he knows that Essek uses, one he possibly left here, and pours the liquid soap into his palm. Percival is diligent and gentle as he washes Essek's hair, massaging along his scalp and down his neck. He applies careful pressure there, mostly aware of what Essek prefers and careful to adjust the way he touches his husband at the slightest sign of discomfort. He knows that sleeping in the cave couldn't have been comfortable, even with a wolf for a body pillow. He can certainly make up for that now.
And while he takes care of Essek's hair, Percival trails a few lazy kisses over his shoulder, tongue sweeping out to taste his warm skin.