Percival struggles whenever Essek makes a sound like that, feeling it go straight to his cock. He wants to pull his husband close again, he wants to be inside him, and he very nearly growls when Essek moves back against him with a calculated shift. His teeth graze dark skin, biting gently as his cock ends up pressed against Essek. It would take nothing to change their position, but he is not about to lose now.

"Let me rinse your hair, then I'll tend the rest of you."

Since Essek has decided to get closer to him, Percy slides his hand up his husband's back to gently push him forward, encouraging him to bend at the waist. There's no need to pull away again to lean back and certainly no need to find a cup to pour water over his husband's head when this will work just as well. It might force Essek to press against him more, but Percy is willing to take that risk. He leans against the drow once he can get his hair wet, gently rinsing the soap from his hair.